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我离开了滦县水文站十三年了。在滦县水文站经历的点点滴滴,仿佛是一串珠子,遗散在记忆深处。我则像一个在路边漫步的孩童,总在不经意间,从记忆的草窠里捡拾到一枚。一滦河起点的守望者,是源头那片马头琴声悠扬的坝上大草原。当源头那股涓涓细流涌出岩隙,蜿蜒东流时,广袤的坝上草原在依依不舍地望着滦河远去。滦河水带着遍地野花的芬芳、牧场马奶的醇香,野马般奔放,雄鹰般无羁地向前流淌。沿途守望滦河的是巍峨而又寂寞的群山,磊磊岩石,苍崖竞秀,松柏苍翠,一座座山像一座座驿站,默默迎来又默默送走这天地间清秀的绿色长卷。终点守
I left Luanxian Hydrological Station for thirteen years. Luanxian Hydrological Station experienced bit by bit, as if a string of beads, left in the depths of memory. I am like a child walking on the roadside, always inadvertently picked up from the grass in the memory of a. A Luanhe starting point of the watchman, is the source of that melodious melodious dam Bashang prairie. When the source of that trickle stream gushing out of the rock, meandering eastward, the vast Bashang grassland reluctantly looked at the Luanhe away. Luanhe water with the fragrance of wild flowers everywhere, pasture horse milk mellow, wild like unrestrained, eagle-like flow forward uninhibited. Watch Luanhe along the lofty and lonely mountains, Leilei Rock, Cailiao Jingxiu, Cypress Green, a mountain seat like a block, silently ushered in and silently away the delicate green scroll between heaven and earth. Shouke keep