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那是1970年的隆冬,我16岁,在一所小学当6年级班主任。一日,领导动员教师响应伟大领袖号召,参加野营拉练。那时在动乱中瘫痪了的共青团组织刚刚恢复,年轻人都视入团为神圣的政治生命,自然不会放过这珍贵的“考验”机会,我和伙伴们一起报了名。同时,又一次递上入团申请书。谁知领导说我年纪小,怕我照顾不了学生,不批准我参加拉练。我不由心中暗急,狠狠心,按照当时流行的时髦做法用小刀割破手指写了血书……雪白的纸被干涸的暗红色血迹皱折得萎缩起来,领导于是也被感动了,大加赞赏之后批准我上路,责
It was in the winter of 1970, I was 16 years old and was a sixth-grade teacher at a primary school. On the 1st, leaders mobilized teachers to respond to the call of the great leaders and attend camping exercises. At that time, the organization of the Communist Youth League that was paralyzed in the turmoil had just recovered. Young people regarded the mission as a sacred political life. Naturally, they would not miss this precious “test” opportunity. I signed up with my friends. At the same time, once again submitted to the delegation application. Who knows the leadership said I was young, afraid I can not take care of students, do not authorize me to participate in Latin America. I could not help but hurry, hard heart, in accordance with the prevailing fashionable approach to cut a finger with a knife to write a blood book ... ... White paper was dried dark red blood wrinkles shrunk, the leadership was also touched, greatly appreciated After approving me on the road, responsibility