郝刚觉得嗓子眼儿有一团火在烧,嘴唇刀拉般的疼,他知道嘴唇干裂出了口子,他想用舌头湿润一下嘴唇,可舌头也是于的,砂纸一样磨得嘴唇热辣辣的疼。他把水壶的底朝着天,嘴在壶口下虔诚的接了老半天,没有空出一滴水,他想把水壶抛向远处,解解心中的怨气,可他没有那样做,只是用力捏着壶嘴,他知道有一点声响,就会有一梭子子弹射过来,身边的战友就会牺牲。 Hao Gang felt a fire in the throat of a burning fire, like a knife-like pain in his mouth, and he knew that his lips had cracked his mouth. He wanted to wet his lips with his tongue, but his tongue was also gritted. He put the bottom of the kettle facing the sky, his mouth devoutly received a long half of the mouth under the spout, there is no empty water, he would like to throw the kettle away from the hearts of the grievances, but he did not do that, but hard Pinch the spout, he knows a little noise, there will be a shuttle bullet fired, his comrades will sacrifice.