生长在抗战中的人,有一首歌我们大概都不会忘记,那就是“我的家在东北松花江上”。每每听到这首歌就会情不自禁地热泪盈眶,联想到那块美丽的大地、滔滔的江水、行驶在冰上的快马雪橇跟那片雾松(树挂)的冰林,还有那极难见到的天池。这十几年来,由于工作上的关系倒是常往东北行,只是,迫于时间仓促仅圆了两个梦。在哈尔滨的松花江上,坐在 Growing up in the war, we have a song we will never forget, that is, “My home is on the northeast Songhua River.” Every time I hear this song I can not help but tears, think of that piece of beautiful land, surging water, speeding on a snow bobsleigh with that piece of fog (tree hanging) of the ice forest, and that pole Tianchi is hard to see. In the past dozen or so years, due to the fact that the job relations often go to the northeast line, but forced to rush only two rounds of dreams. Sitting on the Songhua River in Harbin