月上荒原,人聚人散。记忆里有多少发生在月上荒原时的故事,故事并无多少浪漫,多与劳动和寒冷有关。月上荒原时,我们曾经挥汗如雨地劳动,手提马灯等待夜班出工,蜷缩在颠簸的机车或爬犁上,奔波在去建设新连队的途中,就这样经历了数不清的“荒原月”与“月荒原”。在我的记忆里,月上荒原是寒冷的,但又是凄美的。在“北大荒”漫长的月夜里,我们的生命被浓缩,被净化,呈现出几分静穆与神圣。 Month on the wilderness, gathered people scattered. How many memories of the story of the wilderness on the moon, the story is not much romance, and more labor and cold. On the wilderness of the month, we used to work sweaty, the lantern waited for the night shift to work, curled up in the bumpy locomotive or the plow, and on the way to building a new company, we went through countless “wilderness months” With “month wilderness ”. In my memory, the wilderness wilderness is cold, but it is poignant. In the long “moon of the Great Northern Wilderness,” our life is concentrated, purified, and rendered somewhat silent and sacred.