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那是1973年秋,为支援林区建设,我——普通的下乡知青受公社委托,带领48名民工从德县来到舒兰、蛟河及黑龙江省五常三县交界的大秃山林场。大秃山不秃!古木参天,层林尽染。上午9点钟方现太阳的沟里,紫霁青烟,溪水潺潺,煞是壮观。遍山弥猴桃、山葡萄、榛子、松子、核桃令人大饱眼福、口福。小店里一盘炒狍子肉、野猪肉才两毛钱,再啜上几口苦涩的橡子面烧酒,不啻过年。
That was the autumn of 1973. In order to support the construction of the forest areas, I, an ordinary educated youth from the countryside, was commissioned by the commune to lead 48 migrant workers from De County to Shudiao Mountain Forest Farm, where Shulan, Jiaohe and Hezuojiang counties meet. Bald Mountain Bald! Ancient towering, storied make dye. At 9 o’clock in the morning sun in the ditch, Aster smoke, gurgling streams, it is truly magnificent. Kiyomizu mountains, grapes, hazelnuts, pine nuts, walnuts feast for the eyes, mouth blessing. A plate of fried dumplings in the small shop, only two dimes of wild boar, and then sipped on a few mouthfuls of acorns shochu, not a Chinese New Year.