大山深处的灰瓦房,住着当年的老赤卫队长。脚上还是一双黑布鞋,身上还是一件粗布衣裳。银白的胡子飘洒着岁月的风霜,手中的箩筐编织着朴素的理想。问他为什么不进城作宫,他说总得有人种菜种粮,心里踏实干什么都一样。大山深处的灰瓦房,住着当年的老赤卫队长。身板儿还是那么硬 Wafangdian deep in the mountains, living in the old Red Guard captain. Feet or a pair of black cloth shoes, who is still a rough cloth clothes. Silver beard floating on the wind and frost years, the hands of the baskets knit a simple ideal. Asked why he did not go to the city for a palace, he said that people must grow their own kinds of grain and grow their hearts to do what they are. Wafangdian deep in the mountains, living in the old Red Guard captain. Body child is still so hard