回首四十多年的风尘岁月,让我一路从孩提韶年到莘莘学子,再从军营回转到久别的家乡。其间,不知越过了多少道或贫瘠或葱茏的山岗、沟壑;走过了多少座或繁华或安谧的城市、村庄。或许是途经的风景多了,常常就模糊了曾经之处的阑珊容颜,也淡忘了某一段人生旅程中擦肩而过的不同面孔,但始终有一株似曾相识的树,如一枚镌刻在蓝天上的印章,烙 Looking back on the dusty years of more than 40 years, let me all the way from childhood to my students, and then from the barracks back to a long absence of hometown. In the meantime, I do not know how many roads crossed or barren or verdant hills, ravines; how many blocks have passed or bustling or tranquil cities and villages. Perhaps it is the scenery that passes more frequently, often obscuring the depraved face of the past and forgetting the different faces that pass by in one journey of life, but there is always a familiar tree, such as an engraved on the sky Seal, burn