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穿中校军装的你,英俊、潇洒,一付眼镜把你的斯文、儒雅衬托,可亮晶晶的镜片后面……金秋10月,北京。中午的太阳融进人的心里,暖洋洋。京西宾馆的东楼,门口有一排醒目的红字:“热烈欢迎残联代表”。电梯把我送上15层,这一层是军队代表的住处。在房间的门上,我看到熟悉的名字:麦贤得、刘崎、史光柱。在史光柱的旁边1514号,我停下来。门上写着一个陌生的名字:李志军。我轻轻叩开房门,你和妻子热情地请我进去。你的个子很高,肩很宽。你有着坚毅的额头,白净挂满笑意的脸,却并未朝向我。你伸出一只手,盲目地没有方向。我忙迎上去握住。你的妻子说:“志军看不见!”我轻轻地问:“一点也看不见?亮晶晶的镜片后象有闪动的眼神。”
Wear a lieutenant colonel, handsome, smart, a pair of glasses to your Sven, refined background, can be shiny behind the lens ... ... Autumn in October, Beijing. The sun melted into the heart of noon, warm. Jingxi Hotel East Building, the door has a row of eye-catching red words: “A warm welcome to the CDP ”. The elevator took me to 15th floor, which is the residence of the army representative. On the door of the room, I saw the familiar names: Mak Yin, Liu Qi, Shi Guangzhu. Next to Shiguang Zhu 1514, I stopped. A strange name is written on the door: Li Zhijun. I gently knocked open the door, you and my wife warmly invited me in. Your tall, wide shoulders. You have a resolute forehead, white smiley face, but did not look toward me. You put out one hand, blindly without direction. I am busy to meet up and hold. Your wife said: “I can not see!” “I gently asked: ” can not see at all? After the shiny lens like a flashing eyes. "