1920年春夏之交的一天,风和日丽。西北军某部的一营官兵、队列整齐地集合在驻地的操场上。一名年轻英俊的营长,站立在操场中央,正在主持一个非常特别的发碗仪式。只见这位营长的身旁放着一筐筐装得满满的大瓷碗。副官每喊一个士兵的名字,就见一个士兵庄重地喊一声“到!”大步跨出队列,正步走到营长面前,双手接过 Spring and summer of 1920, one day, the wind is sunny. A battalion of Northwest Corps officers and men, the queue neatly gathered in the station playground. A young and handsome battalion, standing in the middle of the playground, is hosting a very special bowling ceremony. I saw the battalion placed beside a basket filled with large porcelain bowl. Every time the adjutant shouted the name of a soldier, he saw a soldier solemnly shouted, “To!” Stride out of the queue, walked in front of the battalion commander, took both hands