春雨,淅淅沥沥地下着,迷蒙的夜空下散发着阵阵阴冷的气息,黑压压的竹林与荒凉的坟冢交糅在一起,间或传来几声凄厉的鸟叫,一片阴森、恐怖,让人窒息。正是抗战最艰苦的岁月,黎明前最黑暗的时候。猝然,“啪、啪……”一阵枪声响彻了海岛寂静的夜空,令人揪心。 Spring rain, lingering underground, the night sky was messed with the gloomy atmosphere of cold, dark pressed bamboo and desolate burial mound cross-blend together, or heard a few howling birds, a dark, horrible, suffocating . It was the hardest years of the war and the darkest hours before dawn. Suddenly, “snap, snap ... ” burst of gunfire sounded the island’s quiet night sky, it is gripping.