隆冬,大兴安岭银装素裹,皑皑白雪,到处尽显极寒。窗外柳絮般的雪花在霓虹灯的照耀下悠然飘落,偶尔的几辆行车无意间打破了夜幕的寂静,我一个人行走在这孤寒的街道上,听着脚下踏雪清脆的声音,再回头看看身后那漫长悠远的脚印,一种莫名的孤独和惆怅涌上心头,不仅轻轻地哼起了《想家的时候》哎!离家又有三个月了……漠大管道还在建设的时候,我离开家乡来到这片我们正在为之奋斗的土地上,在从事我们所热爱的管道事业上,屈指算来已经有二十 Winter, Daxinganling silver-clad, snow-capped, full of extreme cold. Snow catches like snowflakes in the neon lights of the leisurely falling, and occasionally a few driving inadvertently broke the silence of the night, I walked alone in this solitary street, listening to foot snow quiet crisp voice, and then look back Looking behind that long footprints, an inexplicable loneliness and melancholy in my heart, not only gently humming “homesick” hey! Another three months away from home ... ... Desert Pipe is still under construction When I left my homeland and came to this piece of land on which we are struggling, there are already twenty