一塔克拉玛干的风,吹皱了胡杨的脸,撒下一地沧桑和坚韧。军垦老兵踏进大漠的脚,在漠风洗礼下,长出了胡杨气质。我看见军垦老兵,就像看见了傲立的胡杨。二1949年12月5日,一双双青春的脚板,踩着日月星辰,奔突在死亡之海。1800名子弟兵徒步穿越,同风沙共舞,18天行程1580里,创了奇迹。 A Taklama dry wind, puffed Populus’s face, sown a vicissitudes of life and tenacity. Army Ken veterans stepped into the foot of the desert, in the desert under the baptism, grew out of Populus temperament. I saw the Army Ken veterans, like to see the proud poplar. Two December 5, 1949, a pair of youthful feet, stepping on the sun and moon stars, Ben-ran in the sea of ​​death. 1800 soldiers walked across the trail, dancing with the sandstorm, 18 days trip 1580, a miracle.