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那个冬天很冷。我刚到老兵连。老连队安扎在塞外的群山中,那里冬天风很大很大,雪一场接着一场。记忆仿佛至今仍被冻僵,翻开残存的支离破碎的画面,只记得漫天风雪里,那排营房像甲虫般孤独地蛰伏于旷野。我们一个班离群索居在离连队几里外的山沟里,班长是服役4年的老兵,四川人,个头不高,脸膛紫黑,满身飘溢着辣椒的味儿。那次,风雪一连好几天,我们被堵在屋里,大家围着仅有的一台收音机听广播,而我则趴在桌子上随手乱写
That winter is very cold. I have just arrived veterans. The old company Anza in the mountains outside the plug, where the winter wind is very large, snow one after another. As if the memory has still been frozen, turning the remnants of fragmented pictures aside, we can only remember that the barracks were lurking in the wilderness like beetles in the sky and snow. We class a group of people living in the ravine a few miles away from the company, the squad leader is served four years veterans, Sichuan, not tall, dark purple face, covered with peppery taste of Piaoye. That time, the wind and snow for several days, we were stuck in the room, everyone around the only radio to listen to the radio, and I casually write on the table