十余年前,在祖国西南边陲的一座兵营,有一位少年在相当长一段时间里,最大的梦想是自己写的文章变成《军营文化天地》上的铅字。显然,那位少年就是初涉军旅的我。我所在单位是一个部队招待所,每天扫地擦玻璃、清洗被褥是工作常态,看电视、打扑克、侃大山是生活常态,单调重复、波澜不惊的庸常日月,对一位梦想发轫、满怀憧憬的少年来说,筑梦的空间似乎暗淡又逼仄。而一本散落在角落里的《军营文化天地》,为我开启了一 More than a decade ago, at a barracks southwest of the motherland, a juvenile had for a long period of time its greatest dream that his own article became a typeface in the “barracks culture world.” Obviously, that young man is the first of my military brigade. My unit is a troop hostess, cleaning the glass every day, cleaning the bedding is the normal work, watching TV, playing poker, Kan Mountain is the normal life, monotonous repetition, placid ordinary sun and the moon, to a dream, full of longings Of the juveniles, the dream of space seems dim and cramped. And a scattered in the corner of the “barracks culture world” for me to open a