如同遥远而飘忽的梦境,耳畔常回响一个亲切而威严的声音: “跌倒,自己爬起!”那时,我刚蹒跚学步,空中弥漫着抗日烽烟,我们全家从浙东小县城逃到山村避难。一天,敌机来骚扰,在山林低空盘旋,轰轰声似天崩地裂。我急匆匆从厨房逃出,手中还拿着锅铲。 Like distant and erratic dreams, the ear often echoed a cordial and majestic voice: “fall, climb up their own!” At that time, I just toddler, filled with anti-Japanese rivals in the air, our family fled from the small town of eastern Zhejiang Mountain refuge. One day, hostile aircraft came to harass and circled in the low altitude of the mountain forests. I hurried away from the kitchen, still holding a spatula in my hand.