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在我心灵的深处,涌动着的,是一片蓝色的大海;沉默着的,是一片红色的土地。那由蓝色和红色交织而成的青春的色彩,经常闪现在我的梦中。一个低沉的声音回响:你曾经是知青……迷茫的序幕知青梦的序幕,是在昏黄灯光下手摇缝纫机的咿哑声中开始的。当时,报名下乡的,学校给补助生活用品,我家缺被套,于是和同班的王秀两人分一条。被套只有半边,另半边家里缺布票缺钱无法给买。我拆了连衣裙,翻箱倒柜搜出所有的碎布头,一片片拼接。布头小,手艺差,拼了拆,喳喳喳!喳喳喳!一连
In the depths of my heart, surging, is a blue sea; silent, is a red land. The color of youth, woven of blue and red, often flashed in my dreams. A deep voice echoed: You used to be a young man ... The confused prologue The prologue of a young man’s dream begins in the dumb sound of a hand-cranked sewing machine under dim light. At that time, the application to the countryside, the school supplies to subsidies, lack of quilt cover my home, so and his classmate Wang Xiu two points. Quilt only half of the other half of the home can not afford to pay for the lack of votes to buy. I split the dress, rummaging to find out all the rags, a piece of splicing. Small cloth head, poor workmanship, fight the demolition, chattering Cha Cha!