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虽然时间已过去三年了,但那次做导游的经历由于感受太深,至今也无法忘却。1993年11月8日11时40分,在首都机场国际航班出港大厅里,身为导游员的我与加拿大温哥华山东同乡会的25位团友就要说再见了。当团里的几位女士与我拥抱时,她们的眼里闪烁着泪花,而我的眼泪早已夺眶而出。我这个素来被朋友们称作“假小子”的姑娘,第一次在众目睽睽之下违背了自己“男儿有泪不轻弹”的豪言。73岁的团长曲瑞峰先生紧握着我的手,幽默地说:“如果我不去见上帝,三年后我再回来看你。”大家听了,都笑了,伤感的气氛缓和了许
Although the time has passed three years, but that experience as a tour guide too deeply felt so far, can not be forgotten. At 1140 hours on November 8, 1993, at the departure hall of the international flight at Capital International Airport, I, as a tour guide, said goodbye to 25 of our fellow members of the Shandong Association in Vancouver, Canada. When the ladies in the regiment hugged me, their eyes were glittering with tears, and my tears were long gone. My girl, who has always been called “tomboy” by my friends, for the first time defied her own rhetoric of “men having tears”. Mr. Qu Ruifeng, the 73-year-old head clenched my hand and said in a humorous way: “If I do not go to see God, I’ll come back to you after three years.” Everyone listened, all smiled, Ease a little