那年我十三岁:童年正被另一种生活的涌动步步逼退。这种生活昭示了一种真实,它吸引着你,又让你感到恐慌。它让你在面临即将跨越的一个个人生阶段时,时而感到准备不足,时而感到兴奋不已,即便那些人生阶段十分渺小。那属于我的童年,真是不堪一击,离我而去。战火轰鸣已有三年之久;我自认为已经长大,足以理解当时的形势并尽最大可能去承受。我清楚,和我的很多同学不同的是,我很 That year, I was 13 years old: childhood is being pushed back by the surging of another life. This life shows a real, it attracts you, let you feel panicked. It gives you the feeling of being under-prepared, sometimes thrilled, in the face of an individual life span that is about to cross, even though those stages of life are tiny. That belongs to my childhood, really vulnerable, away from me. The war has been roaring for three years; I think I have grown up enough to understand the situation and do my utmost to bear it. I know, unlike many of my classmates, I am very