40年前,18岁的杨宝琛告别了北京白塔寺的钟声、什刹海的晚风、王府井的喧闹、皇城根的落日,惜别了自己的母校北师大附中,背着家人,和几个同学一道,投入了十万官兵开发北大荒的热潮中。从此,他把生命的年轮刻进了滔滔的乌苏里江、浩瀚的兴凯湖和连绵起伏的八百里完达山。于是,那插根筷子都发芽用手一攥 40 years ago, 18-year-old Yang Baochen bid farewell to the bells of Beijing’s Baita Temple, the breeze of Shichahai, the bustle of Wangfujing, the sunset of Huangcheng root, and farewell to his own alma mater, A classmate, put hundreds of thousands of officers and men to develop the North Wilderness boom. From then on, he engraved the annual rings of life into the surging Wusuli River, the vast Xingkai Lake and the rolling 800-wadi Wanda Mountain. So, that inserted chopsticks germinated with a hand grip