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往事如窗前的细雨,在记忆的窗台上,悄悄地滴落。牵着我们那些逝去的时光,它不是热烈的,淡淡如一杯隔夜之茶。当我静下心来重品那些沾花旧影的时候,为何心魂被攫走得如此彻底? 抬眼窗外,母校的影子啊,我思念你。我思念中队前簇簇水竹的枝繁叶茂,我思念大操场上的气喘吁吁,我思念二号高地上的凉风习习,我思念考场上的战战兢兢,我思念宿舍中海阔天空般的神聊狂侃,我甚至思念教导员点名时的啰里啰唆……我的思念就如同我们彼此谈论初恋时那样的刻骨铭心,就好像我们告别家乡一样肝肠寸断。军校生活的碎片,我愿意用自己热烈的感情打捞你。那些曾经豪言壮语后又粗话连篇的同学,你们好吗?你们可曾与我一样,自毕业那天起就在心底默默念叨重逢时的喜悦、再见时不落往昔的风采?我已经忍受不住了。我必须将思念诉诸笔端。当你们看到我这些文字时,就用它们的稚嫩为我们当年的十八队下酒吧。醉倒的是我们火一样燃烧的青春。它尽管菲薄,尽管短小,亦足以告慰那些激情的岁月。让我们彼此在异地干杯吧,十八队的弟兄们。我相信我们的洒脱一定能碰撞得如毕业酒会上那般干脆!
Past events such as rain in front of the window, in the memory of the windowsill quietly dripping. It is not warm, light, such as a cup of overnight tea. Why, when I lay my shoulders to remembrance of those old pictures, why is my soul slamming so thoroughly? Look out the window, the shadow of my alma mater, I miss you. I miss the front of the squadron clusters of bamboo branches, I miss the big playground on the breathless, I miss the breeze on the second floor of the high school, I miss the examination room trembling, I miss the vast sea of God like a chat in the dormitory McCain, I even miss the instructor named Laoli instigation ...... My thoughts just as we talk about each other's first love as unforgettable, just as we say goodbye hometown of liver and intestines. Military life fragments, I am willing to salvage your warm feelings. Those who once bragged and foul-tongued classmates, how are you? You have, like me, since the graduation day in my heart silently talking about the joy of reunion, goodbye to the past when the style does not fall? I can not stand it. I must resort to writing. When you see me these words, use their innocence for our year's eighteen team bar. Drunken down is our youthful burning fire. Despite its meager size, it is enough to comfort those passionate days. Let's cheer each other in different places, brothers of 18 teams. I believe we will be able to collide freely as graduation cocktail party so simply!