<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="1" > reunion after a long absence, "everything is good"</h1>
At 8:00 a.m. on the 25th, we headed along S206 Road (Wendu Line) to Wenshan Zhuang and Miao Autonomous Prefecture, driving 40 kilometers to Wenshan City. Wenshan Zhuang and Miao Autonomous Prefecture is located in the southeast of Yunnan Province, on the southwestern border of the motherland, bordering Guangxi Baise City to the east, the Socialist Republic of Vietnam to the south, the Honghe Hani and Yi Autonomous Prefecture to the west, and Qujing City to the north. The land area is 32,239 square kilometers. At the end of 2010, the total population was 3.7 million people, rich in Sanqi, star anise, grass fruit, oil tong, pepper, tobacco, tea, peanuts and other agricultural products and cash crops, especially the famous and valuable medicinal materials at home and abroad, the yield and quality are the highest in the country, enjoying the reputation of "the hometown of Sanqi".
In Wenshan "Seven Flowers" Square, made an appointment to meet the 13th company instructor G Jinke, after I retired from the army he to the 13th company instructor, short and capable he also maintained the style of the troop soldiers, the voice is loud, the memory of X Jiarong is still fresh, very appreciative, he saw us very happy, warmly welcomed our arrival, because of the Wenshan gas pot chicken has long heard, he asked what to eat at noon, I unceremoniously ordered this Wenshan famous dish, in the process of eating, we jointly recalled the indelible life of the army, The instructor improvised a poem praising our brotherhood:
"Thinking of Comrades-in-Arms"
Youth without regret to the frontier, sweat sprinkled barracks training ground.
When the smoke of war filled the air, our blood stained our uniforms.
The cat's ears are ideal, and the gun is wiped together with the writer's letter.
A command to the other military flag, you go back to the city and I will return home.
Wave goodbye for thousands of miles, each running to one side.
In the dream, I exclaimed to my old friend, and when I woke up, I missed looking at the starry sky.
Winter has come and gone, and her face has been full of frost.
The vicissitudes of the world are changeable, and the iron blood has coagulated the ancient fang.
During the meal, we learned a local toast: Everything is good!