选择十八岁那年,我选择了边关。选择了这身橄榄绿,选择了与国门和界碑为伴。为什么,到底为什么?因为幼儿园大班里那次抢大檐帽的游戏吗?因为毕业分手时,那喊出口的心愿?因为橄榄绿色的梦让人痴迷?还是因为圆明园废墟上,立下的那誓言?可能,我没有那么高尚。甚至,我曾经抹着泪下山。我对站台上喊“大兵闪开”的挤车人是那样的愤懑;我对浓荫下投来白眼的情侣是那样的厌烦;对柜台里叫“当兵的没钱离远点儿”的“人民币服务员”我直想动手;对宾馆前搂着“小蜜”细腰 Choose the age of 18, I chose the border. Choose this body of olive green, chose with the country gate and boundary monument companion. Why, in the end why? Because kindergarten that big hat grab that big game? Because graduation broke up, that call out the wish? Because the olive green dream obsessed? Or because of the Yuanmingyuan ruins, the oath Maybe, I’m not that noble. Even I had wiped tears down the hill. I was so resentful about the crowd who called out on the platform and “soldier was dismembered.” I was so annoyed by the dark eyes that I cast my eyes; Children “” RMB waiter “I just want to start; on the front of the hotel hug ” Xiaomi "slender waist