他们,我可亲可爱的边防官兵,让我必须用我笨拙的文字来表达对他们的敬意。人生中总会有许多人、许多事感动着我,在心里堆积着、慢慢沉淀下来,如一杯杯陈年美酒,香醇得使人不能忘怀。因为从事新闻宣传工作,我的脚步经常行走在西域边陲的角角落落。在那里,我已然走过了10个年头。走过了,才知原来这就是生命中那段美好而有意义的时光。依然记得第一次下基层采访,我去了南疆。车子一路摇晃,像 They, my lovely pro-border officers and men, let me express my respect for them in my clumsy language. There are always many people in life, many things moving me, piled up in my heart and slowly settling down, such as a glass of old wine, mellow so unforgettable. Because of the publicity work, I often walk in the footsteps of the western border. There, I have been gone for 10 years. After walking, I realized that this is the beautiful and meaningful time in my life. Still remember the first grassroots interview, I went to southern Xinjiang. The car shakes all the way, like