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时间的巨轮总是在不经意中轧过一切,当你蓦然回首时,那些过往已消逝太久。时至今日,我常常回想起在场区哨所生活的点点滴滴,每每总有动笔寄情的念头,我那亲亲的小哨所,您现在还好吗?哨所的院落哨所在离营区二百公里左右的深山里,我在那里生活了半年。站在哨所门口,首先映入眼帘的是那与众不同的院子,她不像大多数家庭那样用红砖垒砌而成,而是守场战士用不同的三角铁片搭建起来的,低矮有序,不失规整。院子的左右两侧边缘处,每隔一米有一个树坑,里面是哨所官兵亲自挑选栽种的树木。那些可爱的战友们,他们伺候起树苗就像伺候自己的孩子一样,每天都谨小慎微地把每一滴可以利用的水留存起来,以便随时供干渴的树苗
Wheels of time always inadvertently rolling over everything, when you suddenly look back, those past have passed too long. Nowadays, I often recall the dribs and drabs living in the sentry post, and I always have the idea of throwing affection into my sentry’s little sentry post. How are you doing now? The sentry post is about 200 kilometers away from the camp In the mountains, I lived there for six months. Standing in front of the post, the first thing that catches the eye is the distinctive yard. Unlike most families, she does not use a red brick to build up, but the fighters built with different triangle irons, Preface, without losing regularity. At the left and right sides of the yard, there is a tree pit at every other meter, inside which the officers and soldiers of the sentry station pick and choose to plant the trees themselves. Those lovely comrades, who wait for the saplings to serve their children, cautiously use every drop of available water every day to keep thirsty saplings ready