在日常交往中,写自己的名字,这是平常事。然而,50年前的一次写下自己的名字,却使我永志不忘。1950年初冬,我加入了中国人民志愿军的行列,奔赴朝鲜。火车由沈阳向鸭绿江疾驰。车过通化时,我从车窗向外望,只见停在车站上的一节节敞篷车厢上都插了伪装(树枝),仿佛闻到了战争的火药味。不一 It is not uncommon to write your own name in daily interactions. However, writing my name 50 years ago made me never forget it. In the early winter of 1950, I joined the ranks of the Chinese People’s Volunteers and went to North Korea. Train from Shenyang to the Yalu gallop. When the car passed Tonghua, I looked out the window of the car and saw a camouflage (tree branch) on a convertible car parked at the station, as if I had heard the smell of gunpowder from the war. Different