18岁这个多梦的季节里，我带着写作梦迈入祖国北疆小兴安岭南麓的一所被称作“庄稼兵”的军营。阳春三月，家乡处处是鸟语花香，春意盎然，而驻地却依然是冰覆雪裹，滴水成冰。这里交通闭塞，条件艰苦，方圆数十里无人烟，吃水都要到几里路以外的河里去拉。报纸和信件一个月才? At the age of 18, in this dreamy season, I entered the barracks called “crop soldiers” in the south of the Xiaoxing’an Mountains in the northern part of my motherland with a dream of writing. Spring March, hometown is full of flowers, spring, and the resident is still ice-covered, dripping into ice. Traffic congestion here, the conditions are difficult, radius of dozens of miles unmanned, draft must go to miles outside the river to pull. Newspapers and letters a month?