部队路过杨家村时,天色已接近傍晚。天边被黑压压的密云覆盖着,没有一丝天光。这几日常下的大雨又要来了。部队沉默地向前走着。村落上空那几缕炊烟默默引着战士们的眼睛,渐渐的,那脚步似乎是向村落去了,那头颅也似乎是向村落靠了。连长和指导员走在部队的后半段,正谈着什么。路旁锋利的灌木剐擦了连长的手臂,他从交谈中回了回神,“这路怎么 When the troops passed Yangjia Village, the weather was near the evening. The sky was covered with dense dark clouds, there is no trace of the sky. These days the heavy rain is coming again. The troops walked silently. Over the village that a few straws of smoke quietly lead the soldiers’ eyes, and gradually, that step seems to be to the village, that head also seems to rely on the village. Commander and instructor walking in the second half of the troops, what is talking about. Sharp shrubs on the roadside shook the company’s arms, and he returned to God from the conversation, ”How is this road?