1天照应蹲在二龙山的山坡上擦枪,一边大骂耿少卿。“江一开化,对岸的日本子肯定开过来!耿少卿那王八犊子说话不如狗放屁,还他妈不上亮子儿!”二百来个胡子坐在坡地上,马在草地上撒欢。坡地上的枯草还没有泛青,蒙古黄榆的枝桠还没有鼓起尖锐的芽苞,但北方的风已软了,土松了,江在开化。 One day squatting on the slopes of Erlongshan rub the gun, while cursing Geng Shaoqing. “Jiang Kaihua, the other side of the Japanese children certainly come over! Geng Shaoqing that eight eight calves can not talk as dogs fart, but also his mother is not a bright child!” Two hundred beard sat on the slopes, horses in the grass Sahuan. The hay on the sloping ground has not yet been flooded. The branches of the Mongolian yellow elm have not mustered the sharp buds, but the wind in the north has softened, the soil loose, and the river is open.