深秋的黄叶,在寂寥的天空凄凄飘落。雪后的清晨,我捧着一束雪莲花,走进这枯草的荒原……这里,安睡着一位我尊敬的女性,一名长眠在世界屋脊上的女兵。你还记得我吗?在你离开这个世界的时候,是我抱着你啊!那时,我是一个入伍不到一年的汽车兵。你呢,是一个普普通通的卫生员,左肩斜背着一个红十字药箱。那次,我从兰州新兵营拉了一车进藏的战友,车上35名新兵,每天你都要给他们量两三次血压,连我这个已经在青藏线上跑了三趟的"老 Autumn yellow leaves, in the lonely sky desolately falling. In the early hours of the snow, I held a bouquet of snowdrops and walked into the haystacks ... Here, I was asleep with a woman I revered, a female soldier who slept on the roof of the world. Do you remember me? When you left the world, I am holding you! At that time, I was a soldier less than a year into the car. How about you, an ordinary health worker, carrying a red cross medicine box on his left shoulder. That time, I pulled a car into the Tibetan comrades-in-arms from the new army barracks in Lanzhou. There were 35 recruits in the car every day, and you had to give them two or three times a day blood pressure. Even I, who ran three times on the Qinghai-Tibet line