一队长……一定要把小鬼子打回老家去!队长……我……夕阳的余晖拉长了坐在阳台上的孙明贵,他已经记不清自己多少次坐在这里,也记不得究竟过去了多长时间,大概这一句话已经过去了一辈子。他的记忆深处潜伏着一块橡皮,每天不停地在他的脑中“作业”。如今,这块橡皮已经磨去了一半,剩下的一半刚好留给余下的日子。可笑的是,这块橡皮似乎有意躲开了孙明贵所经历的那段充满硝烟的记忆,让他至今对那段往昔历历在目。孙明贵太老了,老得像发霉脱落的墙皮,微风轻拂过去便 A captain ... ... must go back to his hometown devil! Captain ... ... I ... ... sunset glow stretched Sun Minggui sitting on the balcony, he has not remember how many times sitting here, can not remember exactly what passed How long, probably this sentence has passed for a lifetime. Lying an eraser in the depths of his memory, he kept “working” in his mind every day. Now, this piece of rubber has been worn away in half, just left for the rest of the remaining half. Ironically, this piece of rubber seems to have deliberately escaped the smoke-filled memories that Sun Minggui experienced so far, so that he still has a vivid view of that period. Sun Minggui too old, old moldy off the wall as breeze breeze past it