一、旧闻1992年,我还是个正在江城一中上初中的少年,正在青葱的校园里用无边无际的幻想打发着看似漫长的青春。那时节,没有人会把时间花费在思考生命与死亡,这种了无生趣的问题上。那一年清明节,我们一群活泼生动的少年在甘雪芳老师的带领下到城郊的烈士陵园扫墓。那天似乎是下着蒙蒙细雨,又似乎是风和日丽,这 First, the old news In 1992, I was still a teenager junior middle school in Jiangcheng, is lush campus with endless fantasy sent seemingly long youth. At that time, no one would spend his time thinking about life and death, a problem of no interest. That year, Ching Ming Festival, a group of lively and vivid young people under the leadership of Gan Xuefang teacher to the suburbs of the Martyrs cemetery. That day seemed to be drizzling, and it seems windy, this