悬崖,断谷,峭壁……阴凉刺骨的雨,稀烂狰狞的泥,凶猛如虻的蚊.利如刀刃的荆棘,……这便是想象中的舜皇山林场么?首先接触的是陈新.这个矮胖个子的二十二岁的小伙子,他的身上有一个真实的故事:母亲花了几千块钱给他调动了工作,在护林队开的欢送会上,望着那些同甘共苦,相濡以沫的队友,突然觉得自己成了一个可耻的逃兵,他当即撕碎了调令,奋力洒向天空,幻成只只飞舞的蝴蝶,他泪流满面的灌了一壶“包谷烧”,三天才醒.为此,女友与他分了手,父母也不能谅解他,他却只幸“身在此山中”……我想写他,他默默的带我到荒草萎萎的坟地,指着三堆低矮的坟,手指抖索,眼含泪花凄然注视着我,象是在问:谁写他们?他们?……依稀仿佛,我们几个新招工的同学坐在家里边喝酒边自嗟叹分的 Cliffs, broken valleys, cliffs ... ... cool and piercing rain, pulpy mud, ferocious as the mosquito.Li as the blade of thorns, ... This is the image of the Shun Huangshan Forest Farm? The first contact is Chen. The twenty-two-year-old man with a plumpy body has a true story: his mother spent a few thousand dollars mobilizing him to work at the farewell party for the forest team and looking forward to seeing those people who share common prosperity and common prosperity His team-mate, suddenly felt himself a shameful deserter, immediately shredded the order, struggling sprinkle into the sky, fantasizing only flying butterflies, he poured a pot of tears, “Valley of the Valley burn,” wake up three days. To this end, his girlfriend broke up with him, his parents can not understand him, but he was only fortunate to be “in this mountain” ... ... I want to write him, he silently took me to the graveyard wilting graveyard, pointing to three low pile Short grave, fingers shaking his head, eyes tearfully looked at me sad, like asking: Who wrote them? They? ... vaguely as if we are a few new recruiting students sitting at home while drinking and sighing points