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岁月匆匆,不觉中我们这些进入知天命年龄的老军转们已经离开部队十几、二十几年了。随着头顶白发的增多,额上皱纹的加深,心中不时涌起回“第二故乡”看看的强烈渴望,那毕竟是我们把人生最美好的时光奉献的地方,是我们为之流下血和汗水的热土。这些年那里建设得怎样了,山山水水是否还依然如故,我亲手栽下的松树长多高了,留在边疆的战友们工作生活得如何……望着蜿蜒而去似熟悉又陌生的小路,望着远方起伏的山峦和荒无人烟的草地,虽然雨后的空气异常的清新,路旁片片黄花散发出醉人的
Years of hurry, I feel that these old veterans who entered the age of fate have left the force a dozen, twenty years. With the increase of white hair on the head, the deepening of the forehead wrinkles, the heart filled with back from time to time “second home ” to see the strong desire to see, after all, is where we give the best time in our lives, is our Flow of blood and sweat hot soil. What has been built there in these years, and the mountain water still remains the same? How tall are the pine trees that I personally planted? What are the working and living conditions of the comrades who stay in the frontier? Looked meandering and familiar and unfamiliar Trail, looking at the rolling mountains and desolate grassland, although the unusual air after the rain fresh, roadside piece of yellow flowers exudes intoxicating