他知道这样不好,可是他喜欢这样。他喜欢将一朵淡蓝色的小花,插在他的枪口。他们一直驻扎在战壕。真正的驻扎——整整半年,吃在那里,睡在那里,警戒在那里,思乡在那里。战壕又深又宽,兵们横七竖八地睡着,如同古墓里全副武装的干尸。战壕前方,空旷的原野一览无余。草绿得失真,花开得灿烂,土拨 He knows that’s not good, but he likes it. He likes to put a light blue flower, inserted in his muzzle. They have been stationed in trenches. The real station - a full six months, eat there, sleep there, alert there, homesick in there. Deep and wide trenches, soldiers fall asleep, as fully militarized mummy in the tomb. In front of the trenches, clear wilderness unobstructed. Green grass was distorted, brilliant flowers, soil dial