一曲“在那遥远的地方”，牵起多少童年遐想。葡萄美酒夜光杯，掩不住大漠黄尘的苍凉。我追悔没能像军垦人一样，用生命火花点亮西去列车的窗口。我敬仰一代代先贤西出阳关，将热血和智慧铸入民族共融的边防。在高高的兴安岭上，一次次极目西望──赞叹祖国无限辽阔呵，向往魂? A song “in that distant place”, how many childhood reverie was raised. The wine grape luminous cup can not hide the desolate desert yellow dust. I can’t retaliate like a soldier and use the spark of life to light up the window of the train to the west. I admire generations of sages who emerged from the West and sent their blood and wisdom into the border defense of ethnic communion. In the high Xing’an Mountains, one after another takes a look around the world – admiring the infinitely vast motherland, aspire to the soul?