清明,是缅怀故人的日子。人们扶老携幼来到墓地,将酒食果品供祭在亲人墓前,借以表达对亲人的思念,我望着墓地烟雾缭绕的天空,不禁想起高原铸剑的日子,想起高原深处的墓地……上个世纪80年代初,我随第二炮兵某工程部队走进了高原深处的大山褶皱中,在那里构筑祖国的倚天长剑——战略导弹发射阵地。“天上无飞鸟,地上不长草,四季穿棉袄,风吹石头跑。”这首民谣是对这远离人烟的 Ching Ming, is the memory of the enemy’s days. People help the old and the young to come to the cemetery, offering food and drink for their sacrifices at the tomb of their loved ones, so as to express their thoughts of their loved ones. Looking at the smoky sky in the cemetery, I can not help but think of the days of the swords of the plateau and the cemetery deep in the plateau. In the early 1980s, with the help of an engineering unit of the Second Artillery Corps, I stepped into the mountain fold in the depths of the plateau where I built the Sword of Esoteric Empire, the strategic missile launch site. “There are no birds in the sky, the ground is not long grass, four seasons wearing cotton jacket, wind and stone running.”