阿明闯过一道道验兵的关口,又经过半年集训,最后来到消防大队,成了一名新兵。 成了新兵的阿明,肩上就多了两枚红肩章,一道黄色的杠卧在鲜红的底子上。 阿明喜欢这两片红,它衬在草绿色中间,象两朵盛开的鲜花。但他知道那不只是花,同时也是火、是血的颜色。阿明觉得很骄傲。阿明在大山里长大,个子矮矮的,而且精瘦精瘦,脸上带着菜色。虽然好不容易穿上了军装,可是和那些高出自己一头的战友们相比,永远只是个不起眼的小不点,阿明有点自卑。 阿明特别羡慕那些二道杠三道杠四道杠的老兵们,打起蓝球来三场四场总是不累,爬起云梯来生龙活虎一点不畏,开起消防车来轻松潇洒敏捷如飞,舞起水枪来打东打西利索干脆。 Amin broke through a road inspection gate, and after six months of training, and finally came to the fire brigade, became a recruiter. Armin became recruits, shoulders more than two red badges, a yellow bar lying on the bright red background. Amin like these two red, which lined the grass green in the middle, like two flowers in full bloom. But he knew it was not just flowers, but also fire, the color of blood. Amin felt very proud. Amin grew up in the mountains, dwarfed, and lean lean, his face with dishes. Although finally dressed in uniforms, but higher than their comrades and one’s own comrades, always only a small humble, Amin a little inferiority. Amin especially envy those two bar three three bars of the four bars of the veterans, playing basketball to three games four are always not tired, climb the ladder to live a little fear, open the fire truck to ease and agile as Fly, dance water gun to fight East Sai Lisuo simply.