One day at noon, my mother told me to sleep. I didn't want to sleep, but I couldn't help my mother. So I lay on the bed with my beloved pistol and fell asleep in a trance. I was the Eighth Route Army. I took my pistol and beat the devil nowhere to escape. I went to the gun tower of the devil and slashed the flag of the devil with a knife. I put the bright red flag of China on it. I put it on it The body of a Japanese ghost was split in two, and the body of the Eighth Route Army was buried affectionately. I saw the bright red five-star red flag hanging in the air. I thought to myself, this is the new China that our Eighth Route Army shot out with guns. But I still have some doubts, why is the same life to kill each other? I put down my pistol and went somewhere else.
睡醒后,看见我的手枪,我想起了梦中悲惨的情景,我觉得既悲惨又快乐。
When I wake up and see my pistol, I think of the tragic scene in my dream. I feel miserable and happy.
我的手枪我的最爱。
My pistol, my favorite.
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