当年稚嫩的双手毅然与粗糙的工具相握,厚厚的老茧就悄无声息地占据了青春年华的一个角落,当年柔弱的身躯毅然与繁重的劳动相牵,粗糙的容颜就理所当然地写下了无悔岁月的一段真实。只因走过的历程过于厚重,那被双手磨得油光闪亮的撬棍呢?伐木工棚里那一溜大长铺的拥挤呢?山场上那一寸寸被汗水浸过的土地呢?所有这些,连同工人们那苦乐同在的生活,悲喜交织的歌声,共同浇筑了林区工人的巍峨青山,浩荡大河。每次进林区,都要与今天的工人们聊会儿,看到他们稚嫩的容颜,总会想起他们的父辈们,想起那时的劳动场景,那时的居住工棚,那时的米汤泡饭,那时的夜晚篝火。六七十年代,当祖国建设最需要木材之际,这些从省内各地聚集到小黑江林区的少男少女,没有选择安稳 That tender young hands firmly with the rough tools, thick calluses quietly occupy a corner of youth, when the weak body resolutely associated with the heavy labor, the rough face, of course, wrote down No regret years section of real. Only because the journey through the process is too thick, it was shimmering both hands crowded crowbar it? Lumberhouse that walk the big shop crowded it? On the field that inch of sweat soaked land it? All these , Together with the bitter and joyful life of the workers, the song of mixed sadness and joy, together pouring the towering green hills and mighty rivers of forest workers. Every time I go to the forest area, I have to chat with the workers today. When I see their innocent face, I always think of their fathers and think of the labor scene at that time. At that time, the living shed and the rice soup with rice At that time night bonfire. In the 1960s and 1970s, when the construction of the motherland needed timber most, the boys and girls gathered in the Heijiang River forest area from all over the province did not have the choice of settling down