1952年的严冬虽已过去,中朝边界上仍是冰封雪拥,寒气袭人。我们3个人——两个中国人民志愿军和一个身穿厚实的蓝棉衣裤的“大鼻子”,看着覆盖着冰层的河面,有些踌躇不定。因为毕竟是早春了,岸边的冰层已经开始融化变薄了。 “过得去吗?”我没有把握地问我身边的通讯员。 通讯员回答说:“江中心问题不大,岸边的冰薄了一些。拣着地方走,只要这边过得去,就算掉在对岸边上的冰里,顶多也就齐腰深了。” Although the harsh winter of 1952 has passed, the border of China and the DPRK is still frozen with snow and cold air. Our three individuals, two Chinese People’s Volunteers and a “big nose” dressed in thick blue cotton underwear, looked at the river covered with ice and some hesitated. Because, after all, it is early spring, the shore of the ice has begun to melt thinner. “Could it be?” I asked my correspondent without knowing. The correspondent replied: “There is not a big problem at the center of the river, and there are some ice sheets on the shore, and as long as there is a good place to go, even if it falls to the ice on the other side of the sea, its depth will be even at the waist.”