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1990年9月初的一天，固原二中门口。一名来自穷山沟、肩背行李卷、略显质朴土气的小伙子，正迈着沉重的脚步，一步一回头，与那些穿著鲜艳、欢歌笑语迈人校门的新生相背而去。他在不停地唉叹，还微微有些颤抖，每一声颤抖的唉叹声中都挟裹着无奈的洎珠，一滴一滴洒落在衣襟上，
One day in early September 1990, Guyuan II in front of the door. One from the poor ravines, shoulder baggage volume, slightly rustic rustic young man, is taking heavy steps, step by step, and those who wear bright, singing and dancing away from the school freshman away. He alas constantly kept sighing, but also slightly shaking, every sigh of exclamations are reluctantly wrapped around beads, drops spilled on the skirt,