这是一个阳光如灿的秋日，一片片金黄色的秋叶如花瓣如雨点纷纷飘落在你的碑前。我们伫立在风中，听秋风吟唱，一遍又一遍擦于模糊的眼圈。哦，张萍，我们的战友，我们怀念你！虽然，你离开我们已整整１００天了，但这些日子，你的音容，你的笑貌，仍时常出现在我们的脑海。我 This is a sunshine, such as Cancun autumn, a piece of golden autumn leaves, such as petal rain falling in front of your monument. We stand in the wind, listen to autumn singing, over and over again rubbed in the blurry eye. Oh, Zhang Ping, our comrades, we miss you! Although you have been away from us for 100 days, but your voice, your smile, always appear in our minds these days. I