酒只能醉人,有一种东西更让人心醉。2006年《中国民兵》第一期刊登了我执笔撰写的《微山湖畔侠女吕英》一文,她像春天投进微山湖里的一块石子,荡起了一圈又一圈的波纹。每当我看着这篇文章,耳畔就响起了“西边的太阳就要落山了,微山湖上静悄悄,弹起那心爱的土琵琶,唱起那动人的歌谣……”仿佛昔日的抗日烽火在熊熊燃烧,密密的芦苇荡里,铁道游击队扒火车、炸桥梁、打鬼子的飒爽英姿浮 Wine can only be intoxicating, there is a thing even more enchanting. In the first issue of “Chinese Militia” in 2006, I published an article written by Lu Ying, a poet of Weishan Lake. She cast a stone in Weishanhu in the spring and waved ripples one after another. Every time I looked at this article, my ears sounded. “The western sun is coming down. Weishan Lake is quiet. It pops up the beloved earth pipa and sings the moving song ......” The war of resistance against Japan flames in the burning, dense reed Lane, the railway guerrillas grilled trains, deep-fried bridges, fighting valiant brave heroic float