光阴荏苒,往事如烟,转瞬已有三十个年头了。猛回首,颇多感慨。那是1975年的11月,北国雪飘,万里皆白。我到一个边防连队体验生活,离哨所不远处有一顶蒙古包,主人是一位白发老人,那片草原上的年轻人和边防军战士都亲切地叫她玛乃额吉,就是我们的妈妈。这里当时是“反修”前沿,剑拔弩张,形势十分严峻。那一天夜里我住在老 Time flies, the past smoke, a flash has been thirty years. Meng look back, a lot of emotion. That is November 1975, the North snow float, Miles are white. I went to a border company to experience life, not far from the post there is a yurt, the owner is a white-haired old man, that piece of grassland young people and border warriors are affectionately call her Ma Najib, is our mother . At that time, it was the front line of “anti-revisionism,” and the situation was very grim. That night I lived in the old