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一九七五年严冬的一个清晨,寒风凛冽,滴水成冰。一队小卧车风驰电掣般行进在京昌公路上,到沙河南大桥时,嘎然停了下来,从车中钻出二十几位美国人。这里正当风口,塞外的寒风吹在人们脸上宛如刀割。桥下湍急的河水。早已结成了厚厚的冰层。只见这些美国人,竖起大衣领,俯在东侧桥栏上,向桥下招手,口中不断发出“OK!OK!”的叫好声,然后鱼贯向桥下走去。他们看
One early winter morning in 1975, cold and windy, dripping into ice. A fleet of small cars maneuvered into the Jingchang Highway and reached the Shahe Nan Bridge when they stopped and twenty or so Americans were drilled from the car. Just here tuyere, plug the cold wind blowing on people’s faces like a knife cut. Rapid river under the bridge. Already formed a thick layer of ice. I saw these Americans, erected a large collar, overlooking the bridge on the east side, beckons to the bridge, the mouth continue to issue “OK! OK!” The applause, and fish walked to the bridge. They look