我们几个一进入北大荒腹地,就像掉了进去。面包车像一头笨驴一样,东一下西一下瞎闯着。手机也没有信号,无法同外边联系。真邪门,这条道好像刚才跑过了。司机小白嘴里嘟囔着,再也听不到早上从佳木斯出来时,他嘴里吹出的愉快的口哨声了。如果不是想着天黑前要赶到八五三农场去,我也会有心情去欣赏车窗外的景色的:深秋的田野无论从左边看还是从右边看,都一律地伸向一望无际的天边,刚割过的麦地和没有割过的大豆、苞米地,一垄就有十几亩,我从来没见过这么大垄的庄稼地。中午在建 A few of us entered the Great Northern Wilderness, like falling into it. The van is like a stupid donkey. No signal, no contact with the outside. True evil door, this passage seems to have just run over. Whispered the driver in his white mouth and never heard the pleasant whistle blowing in his mouth when he came out from Jiamusi in the morning. If you do not think it is necessary to go to the 835 farm before dark, I will have the mood to appreciate the scenery outside the window: late autumn fields either from the left or from the right to see, are all stretched to the boundless horizon, Just cut the corn and not cut the soybeans, corn field, there are a dozen acres of a ridge, I have never seen such a big ridge of land. Noon under construction