在旅途中,遇到了兵。瘦弱的年轻人,黑黄的脸,表情有些木讷,眼睛细长,微肿,嘴唇抿得紧紧的。他坐我旁边,沉默地望窗外,姿势一直保持不变。我拿给他一本杂志,他表示感谢,问:“你是写文章的?”我点头。他也点头。他是西部人,家里很穷,辍学后,就去西藏阿里军分区当了驾驶兵。七年,把当初的调皮小子,变成相貌老成的青年。他17岁和同乡一起去当兵,几年没有回家了,去 In the journey, encountered soldiers. Thin young man, black and yellow face, facial expression somewhat stiff, slender eyes, slightly swollen, lips tightly closed. He sat next to me, looking out the window in silence, the posture has remained unchanged. I gave him a magazine, he thanked, asked: “You are writing articles?” "I nodded. He nodded. He is a western man, his family is poor. After dropping out of school, he went to the Ali Army in Tibet as a pilot. Seven years, the original naughty boy, turned into a mature youth. He was 17 years old and his fellow countryman to join the army, a few years did not go home, go