头上的煤油灯像一群蜜蜂似的发出一阵莹莹的声音,泥的墙,泥的地,泥的床,敷着白色的纸窗。在寒冷的空气中掺杂着一阵阵血腥和哥罗方的气味。十二月一日早晨三点钟,在华北临□附近的八路军伤兵医院中。有些伤口像干涸了的小池沼,坟起一堆堆泥土似的腐肉;有些伤口的边缘已经溃烂了,周围变成紫黑色的坏疽; The head of the kerosene lamp like a group of bees like a burst of Yingying voice, mud walls, mud, mud bed, covered with white paper window. In the cold air mixed with a bloody and Golovan smell. At three o’clock in the morning on December 1, in the Eighth Route Army WARD hospital near Pro-North China. Some wounds like dried Koike, grave from the pile of soil-like carrion; some wounds have been festering edge, turned into purple black gangrene;