秋风又在静悄悄地吹起,吹落了一树金黄的叶。 落叶飘飞的季节里,老班长打起了背包,带着绿色军营的眷恋,回到了他那可爱的故乡。十八岁,绿色的军装就是一道永恒的主题,听惯了号子声激昂的旋律,看惯了绿色方队多情的故事,铁打的营盘流水的兵,匆匆间,已到了你的归期。 杜鹃声声、啼红了你的归途; The autumn wind was blowing quietly again, blowing a tree of golden leaves. Deciduous season, the old monitor played a backpack, with the attachment of the green barracks, returned to his lovely hometown. At the age of eighteen, the green uniforms are an eternal theme. They are accustomed to the tempting rhythms of the trumpets, the passionate stories of the green square team, and the hurried rush of barracks to your camp. Cuckoo sound, crying red your return;