当兵转眼就要进入第十五个年头,有一件事一直珍藏在我的记忆里。说起来,真有点不好意思,我从小睡觉就有个爱蹬被子的毛病,夜里要是没人盖,第二天早上被子准在地上撂着。当兵走的时候,妈拉着我的衣襟千叮万嘱地说,到部队晚上自己可要盖好被子,外面可不是家里。 An army soldier is about to enter its fifteenth year, and one thing has always been in my memory. In retrospect, I was a bit embarrassed. When I was young, I had a problem of loving the quilt. I had no one to cover at night, and the quilt quarreled on the ground the next morning. Soldiers walk, my mom pulled my lapel urged to say, to the troops at night they have to cover the quilt, the outside is not at home.