面对一箱箱塑料的、铁质的各式各样饮料 ,我便会想起十五年前 ,我代表上级到瑞金北部一个深山村检查荒山消灭情况时在农家大碗海饮擂茶的情景 ,那“沙止沙止”不绝于耳的声响。记得那是初夏的光景 ,我们作为林业系统工作人员 ,每次上山下乡均习惯挂一只装满凉开水的军用水壶 , In the face of a box of plastic, iron, all kinds of drinks, I will think about fifteen years ago, on behalf of my superiors to a deep mountain village north of Ruijin check barren hills eliminate the situation in the farmhouse bowl drink tea scene , That “Sands only stop” in the ears of the sound. I remember that it is the early summer scene, we as a forestry system staff, each going to the countryside are accustomed to hanging a filled with cold water, military kettles,