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无意中打开了一个文件夹,文件夹里的照片仿佛是打开我记忆的钥匙。照片中的我,或站、或坐、或蹲,无一不是端正严肃;照片中的背景颜色更是分外一致--一色的军营绿,当然照片中还有短暂相处的士兵们,我迷茫的思绪也由此起了个头。那是1月27日的夜晚,我的“灾难”开始了!我开始不断地问自己:“为什么妈妈要送我到军营里去?”“听人说军营里挺恐怖的,事实上会是什么样的呢?”“军营里的'头'又凶又可怕吗?”一连串的问题我都找不到答案,但有一点是
Inadvertently opened a folder, the photos in the folder seems to open the key to my memory. The photos of me, or standing, or sitting, or squatting, all are serious; photos in the background color is more consistent - a color of the barracks green, of course, there are photos of the soldiers get along briefly, I lost The thought also got a head. It was the night of January 27, and my “disaster” started! I began to ask myself continually: “Why did my mother send me to the barracks?” “I heard people say that the barracks were scary , In fact, what kind of it? ”“ Barracks head and fierce and terrible? ”A series of questions I can not find the answer, but one thing is