1985年10月,一个金秋艳阳天。兵团机关大院政要云集,簇拥着一位端坐轮椅的93岁高龄老人。院内路边站满了热烈鼓掌的人群。一名战士轻推轮椅,徐徐前行。老人深情地环视着大院每一处细节,不时地与身边随行的领导欣然对话。岁月未留住老人当年魁梧的体魄,但那挺括的深色中山装,那炯炯的目光,那稳如泰山的气质,仍透射着军人的威武、将领的大气,令人肃然起敬。 October 1985, a golden autumn sun. Corps organ compound dignitaries, surrounded by a wheelchair-bound elderly 93 years old. Courtyard roadside stood full of applause crowd. A soldier push the wheelchair, slowly forward. The elderly lovingly looked around the courtyard every detail, from time to time with the leadership of the accompanying pleasure of dialogue. Years old have not retained the burly physique of the old year, but the brawny dark tunic that bright eyes, that steadfast Taishan temperament, still permeating the mighty soldier, generals atmosphere, awe-inspiring.