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1937年的春天,我刚10岁。这一年,我结束了在原平闫庄村小学的读书生活,回到了自己的故土山西原平忻口岭下的王家庄乡永兴小学继续读书。记得那年快秋收的一天,日本的飞机在我们忻口上空盘旋。这时,全村的人都慌乱起来了,因为大家早就听说日本人烧杀抢掠,无恶不作。那年农历九月初八下午,街上的中央军突然集合起来往村东北方向去了,顷刻间,听得村东北方向枪炮声连成一片,震耳欲聋,持续了一个下午。那天,我看见一个当兵的
In the spring of 1937, I was just 10 years old. This year, I ended in the original Ping Yan Zhuangcun primary school life, back to his hometown of Shanxi Xin Ping Wang Xiaoling Yongxing primary school to continue reading. Remember the day when the fast autumn harvest that day, Japan’s aircraft circled over our Xin mouth. At this time, all the people in the village were in a state of panic, because everyone had long heard that the Japanese were burning down and looting and they made no mistake. That afternoon on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, the Central Military Forces in the street suddenly gathered together to go northeast of the village. In an instant, they heard the sound of the guns in the northeast of the village become an animated one lasted for an afternoon. That day, I saw a soldier