有一次,天空下着蒙蒙细雨,我在乡下爷爷家里,靠在大炕的被褥垛前和爷爷聊天。聊着聊着就聊起了抗日战争胜利70周年的话题,于是,爷爷津津有味地给我讲起了他的妈妈,也就是我的太奶奶“巧动脑筋保步枪”的故事……“那是二十世纪三十年代,当时咱们家是一些八路军将领开会和 Once, under the sky with drizzle, I was at my grandfather’s house in the country, chatting with my grandfather by the kang’s bedding stack. Chatting chatting chatted about the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, so grandpa talked to me about his mother, that is, my grandmother ”It was the 1930s, when our home was some of the Eighth Route Army generals