踏着北大荒入冬以来的第一场大雪,一个中等身材、朴朴实实的中年汉子徐徐走来,站在一幢幢楼前他久久地凝视着。阵风习习,他似乎毫无察觉。他那张英俊的脸上凝结着刚毅的神情,一双聪慧机敏的眼睛凝视着楼群。他,在沉思。春夏秋冬、风霜雪雨,酸甜苦辣……强烈的神圣感和自豪感给他疲惫的身体注入了神奇的力量。他的身后留下了一串串闪光的足迹。 Inspired by the first snowstorm in the Great Northern Wilderness since winter, a middle-aged man of modest simplicity came slowly and stared at him standing in front of a large number of buildings. Rafale, he seems to have no idea. His handsome face condensed the resolute look, a pair of clever and clever eyes staring at the buildings. He is meditating. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, frost and snow, ups and downs ... a strong sense of sanctity and pride to his tired body into the magical power. There was a string of flash trails behind him.