张启山坐在摇椅上，岁月洗去了他身上的那些烽火狼烟，留给他一头白发和淡然

张启山坐在摇椅上，岁月洗去了他身上的那些烽火狼烟，留给他一头白发和淡然。他从口袋里掏出了一张发黄的黑白照，照片上是一个抱着狗的俊秀青年。张启山看着照片，把它放在心口处，微笑着闭上了眼。

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 1:

Zhang Qishan sat in a rocking chair, time wash away those beacon signals him, leaving him with a head of white hair and a cool. He took from his pocket a yellow black and white photo, photo of a handsome youth holding dogs. Zhang Qishan looked at the picture and put it in mouth, smiled and closed her eyes.

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

Zhang Qi Shan sitting on a rocking chair, those flames smoke signals wash away years of his body, leaving him with white hair and indifferent. He took out his pocket a piece of yellow black and white photo, the photo is a holding handsome young dog. Zhang Qi hill looking at the photos, put it at the heart, smiled and closed his eyes.

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 3:

Zhang Qishan sat in a rocking chair, the years wash him on the flames of war, leaving him with a head of hair and indifferent. He pulled out a yellow black and white photos from his pocket, the picture was holding a handsome young dog. Zhang Qishan looked at the photo, put it in the center of the chest, smiled and closed his eyes.