从一九三九年四月到一九四三年五一劳动节这个光辉的日子,中间已经过去好几年了;拉布·郭拉尼的儿子就是在劳动节这一天离开他的家和村庄,去参加游击队的。他还没有满十七岁,还很年轻,个儿不高,也没长胡髭。有一股烈火在他内心里折腾:这就是想去加入那些游击队朋友一道的难以抑制的愿望,和因为要离开把自己当做唯一希望与依靠的父母而引起的苦恼。他那一直生病的父亲已经不能动弹了。事实就是这样。可是他必须马上出发。村里的妇女们老是跟他开玩笑,好象他还烦恼得不够似的。她们常常故意问他: The glory days of May Day from April 1939 to April 1943 have lasted for years; the son of Rabu Kwalani left his home and village on Labor Day , To join the guerrillas. He is not yet seventeen years old, still young, not tall, nor long mustache. There was a fiery torment in his heart: the unquenchable desire to join those guerilla friends, and the distress caused by the need to leave the parents who regard themselves as the only hope and trust. His sick father has been unable to move. that is the truth. But he must start immediately. The women in the village are always joking with him, as if he is not annoyed enough. They often deliberately asked him: