一1943年年末,这是个多雪的冬天,天寒地冻,北风凛冽。荒野的荆棘将我撕得衣衫褴褛,我的脚磨得血肉模糊。在东方露出一抹红晕时,精疲力尽的我猝然昏倒。恍惚问,我的大脑闪过一个又一个画面。林中枪响后,我像只被饿狼追赶的兔子,只恨爹娘少生了两条腿,钻地道,穿树林,连滚带爬地上了后山。还听见鬼子的枪声炒豆子般噼噼啪啪地响,子弹像狼的眼睛飞来闪去,手电筒、火把像鬼火忽明忽暗。 At the end of 1943, it was a snowy winter, cold and breezy. The thorn of the wilderness torn me raggedly, my feet rubbed in vain. In the east a touch of flush, exhausted I suddenly fainted. Trance asked, my brain flashed one after another screen. After the forest gunshot, I was like a rabbit chased by a hungry wolf, only hate the father and mother less two legs, drilling tunnels, through the woods, and even after climbing the mountain. Also heard the devil’s gunshots roasted like beans, bullets flew like wolves eyes, flashlights, torches like ghostly fire flickering.