岁月的打磨,磨合出深刻,磨合出厚重。时光是最好的滋养,雨露般哺育着万物,直到苍老或成熟。最懂得岁月的,终将长成香甜的果实。1942年的某一天,在陕西省西安市灞桥区西蒋村的村落里,一个婴儿出生了。这是再平凡不过的事情,就像东边日出西边雨一样。在这片贫瘠而厚重的黄土地上,他慢慢地长大,最后慢慢地变老。这是岁月刻画出来的一张脸,布满皱纹的脸上写着岁月的沧桑,那是岁月留给他的记忆和财富,那里面埋藏着刚毅和朴实,埋藏着果敢和睿智。这片土地,是他 Years of grinding, grinding out profound, running out of thick. Time is the best nourishment, rain nurtures everything, until the old or mature. Most know the years, and will eventually grow into a sweet fruit. One day in 1942, a baby was born in a village in Xijiang Village, Baqiao District, Xi’an, Shaanxi Province. This is an ordinary thing, just like the rain on the west side of the sunrise in the east. He slowly grew up on this barren, thick loess, and finally grew older. This is a face portrayed by the years, the years of wrinkled face written years vicissitudes, it is the years left his memory and wealth, which is buried with fortitude and simplicity, buried with courage and wisdom. This land is him