“我们的家乡,在希望的田野上……我们世世代代在田野上生活,为她富裕,为她兴旺……为她打扮,为她梳妆……为她幸福,为她增光……”每当听到这首歌,王凤明心头总是难以平静,万千思绪随着那悠扬婉转的旋律,化作了一种激情、一种冲动、一种力量。脚下的黑土地就是他播种希望的田野。这希望的田野上,洒满了他青春和理想的种子,奋斗和拼搏的汗水、开拓和进取的足迹。 “Our hometown, in the field of hope ... We live in the fields for generations to come, for her wealth, for her prosperity ... for her dress, for her dressing ... for her happiness, for her light ... ...” When I heard this song, Wang Fengming always difficult to calm my heart, thoughts with melodious Melody melodious, turned into a passion, an impulse, a force. The black earth at his feet is the field where he sowed hope. The fields of hope are filled with the seeds of his youth and ideals, the sweat of struggle and hard work, the pioneering and enterprising footsteps.