1947年冬,一支解放军队伍从我们村路过,我偷偷跟在后面跑了几十里路,和首长死磨硬泡参加了革命队伍。那年我16岁,是个没爹没娘的苦命孩子。在部队,首长鼓励战士学文化,成立了扫盲班。部队修整的时候,就是我们学习的时候。学政治、学唱革命 In the winter of 1947, an army of the People’s Liberation Army passed by our village. I secretly followed the road for dozens of miles and the chief died in a hard bubble to participate in the revolutionary ranks. I was 16 years old that year, is a no-fat mother’s bitter child. In the army, the chief encouraged soldiers to learn culture and set up literacy classes. When the troops are dressing, it is time for us to learn. Learn politics, learn singing revolution