我是兵团人,我是兵团人的后代,第三代兵团人。我流动着祖辈屯垦戍边的热血,凝聚着父辈田园牧歌的智慧,肩负着自己蠢蠢欲动的梦想!喝一口幽香的花草茶,脑里浮现着一个儿时成长的小院。小院里,猪圈、鸡棚、苹果树。小院外,杨树、渠道、麦草垛。还有一群叫“扎扎刺”的家伙,是那时最想挑战的对象。 I am a corpsman, I am a corpsman’s descendants, the third generation corpsman. I flow with the ancestors garrison edge blood, condensing the wisdom of mythical pastoral idyllic, shoulder their own dreams! Take a scent of herbal tea, the brain emerges a childhood growth of a small courtyard. Small yard, sty, chicken shed, apple tree. Small yard, poplar, channel, wheat haystack. There are a group of guys called “Zha Zha thorn,” the guy who most wanted to challenge then.