敬爱的汪洋老厂长、老前辈:春风拂柳,又是一年。算一算,您离开这块您热爱了一生,付出了一世的北影厂的热土整整十八年了。十八年沧海桑田,人世间发生了翻天覆地的变化,变得老人找不到回家的路,即使人们走在一条幸存经年,印满了几代人脚印的厂区老路,却多是相见不相识,连擦肩和点头的缘分也捕捉不到。时过境迁,时过境 Dear old Wang Yang, veteran: Spring breeze Liu, another year. Forget it, you leave this piece you love life, paid the first year of the North Film Plant a full year of native land. Eighteen years have brought about earth-shattering changes that have made the elderly unable to find a way back home. Even if people walk in an old-fashioned factory that has survived for generations and has been imprinted with generations of prints, they often meet each other not Acquaintance, even rub shoulders and nodding of the fate can not capture. Time passes, transit