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在一个阳春三月的晚上,祖国边防前沿的山谷里,挺拔的木棉树披着皎洁的月光,清爽的晚风飘送着山茶花的芳香,我们怀着深深的敬意,走进边防战士绿色的帐篷,采访从前线凯旋归来的一些女战士的英雄事迹,倾听她们讲述战斗的情景……我们的心啊,随着英雄部队那隆隆炮声和呼啸的子弹,一起飞向了战场。我们仿佛看到鬓发斑白的首长率领着先锋部队越高山、穿密林直插敌阵;仿佛听到刚入伍的小战士在嘹亮的军号声中迎着炮火硝烟冲锋呐喊。他们似疾驰的风暴,重重障
On the evening of March in the spring of March, frontal frontier valleys of the motherland, the tall and straight kapok tree with the bright moonlight, the fresh breeze blowing the aroma of camellia, we with deep respect, into the border warrior green Tents, interviews heroic deeds of some female warriors returning from the front line triumphant, listening to them about fighting scenes ... Our hearts, together with the heroic army that rumbling guns and roaring bullets flew to the battlefield. We seem to see the heads of wobbling heads leading the vanguard forces higher the mountain, wearing jungle in-line battle array; as if to hear the newly recruited soldiers in the bright bugle of officers and soldiers to meet the gunfire smoke shouted. They seem galloping storm, severe barrier