我一直都觉得,军营生活对于我来说就像是悬浮在空中的粒粒尘埃,浸润在生命里的每一个角落。童年家里几本压箱底的大相册里大部分都是我牙牙学语懵懂时期的照片。有在连队战士宿舍里,被剃惯了寸头的叔叔用剃须刀一举推成光头的我:有与叔叔们一起学看《解放军报》,却全然不知拿倒了的我;有放肆地坐 I always think that barracks life to me is like the dust particles suspended in the air, infiltration in every corner of life. Most childhood home in a large photo album at the bottom of the album is my slutty slogan period photo. In the company warriors dorm room, was shaved by the shame of the uncle with a razor in one fell swoop into bald: I have to study with the uncles, “Liberation Army Daily,” but did not know I took it down;