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绿色,这生命的色彩,你用青春之笔描绘着。巍巍群山,那连绵的绿海里有你的笔迹,橄榄绿是你的语言,在韵律般方块阵形里一笔一笔书写着血与火的磨练,那挺直腰板的剪影下,生命的绿潮水般吞噬了幽灵般放纵的火苗。 二 烈火燃烧着光彩夺目的岁月,军营里,你厮守着这边陲小镇的安宁,窗外朝夕相见的翠竹似乎又吐出几丝新绿,在那铿锵的“一、二、三……”声里,流淌着一方水土的安宁。
Green, the color of life, you painted with a pen of youth. The towering mountains, the rolling green sea have your handwriting, olive green is your language, in the rhythm of the square formation of a written line of blood and fire temper, that upright backlit silhouette, life Green tide swallowed ghostly indulgence of flames. Two flames of fire burning dazzling years, the barracks, you stay at the side of the small town of peace, outside the window of the bamboo seemingly spit out a few green filaments, in that sonorous “one, two, three ... ...” Sound, flowing water and soil peace.