台灯“嗒”的一声亮了,桔黄的灯光在他苍白的脸上镀上一层蜡黄,但却掩盖不住那刚毅的神情。他吃力地摊开纸,一笔一划地写下:入党转正申请。僵直的左手已无法压紧书写的稿纸,他不时得 Desk lamp “da” bang bright, orange light on his pale face coated with a layer of wax, but could not conceal the resolute look. He strenuously spread out the paper and wrote one by one: joining the party turned to apply. Stiff left hand has been unable to crush the writing manuscript paper, he may from time to time