我的老连队,驻扎在南京钟山脚下西北方向的一个小山村。自我来到连队时,在营院的正门口,就耸立着一棵老松树,它与连队的旗杆处在一条直线上。它见证了连队发生的每一件“大事”和连长发布的每一道命令。老松树,背依钟山,面向长江。袒露的根茎盘桓交错着,向四周延伸。隆起的筋脉如拧着的钢筋,纵裂的树纹如老人饱经风霜的脸。沧 My old company is stationed in a small village northwest of Nanjing at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. When I came to the company, at the front gate of the camp, there stands an old pine tree, which is in line with the company’s flagpole. It has witnessed every company event and every command issued by the commander. Old pine tree, backed by Zhongshan, facing the Yangtze River. Exposed roots staggered, extending to the surrounding. Bump tendons, such as twisted steel, vertical cracked tree lines such as the weather-beaten face of the elderly. Cang