Liang Shangquan silently stepped back, quietly looking at the little poplar in the distance, and a passion for creation surged into his heart.

There are constantly soldiers coming to the little poplar, some people just come to see and leave, some people squat down, as if they are talking to their relatives, and more people bring cloth strips and other materials, tied to the trunk of the tree, to keep the tree warm. Suddenly, the little poplar tree turned into a colorful tree, Liang Shangquan remembered that Western countries spend Christmas, and asked every family to put a Christmas tree, and there were all kinds of small gifts hanging on the tree, as well as small bells and small lanterns, colorful, dazzling, looking at this poplar tree, Liang Shangquan felt that this was much more holy and beautiful than the Christmas tree!

Liang Shangquan was about to go back to the house and start creating, when suddenly there were cheers in the distance, and soon a soldier came to Zhang Yulan's side with a long feather and said: "Mom, you came to see me, bring me good luck, early this morning, the three of us went to patrol the Black Earth Cliff, and I picked up the feathers of the golden eagle!"

It turned out that this soldier was Zeng Xiangjun, Zeng Xiangyang stared at the feather curiously, and asked, "Brother, what is the story of this feather?"

Zeng Xiangjun said solemnly: "The Black Earth Cliff is the farthest patrol point of the outpost, there is our boundary monument, the cliff is steep, steep and abnormal, there is a pair of golden eagles living on the cliff on the top of the mountain, and the soldiers all say that whoever can pick up the feathers of the golden eagle will bring good luck." Mom, this feather is my gift to you, I hope it brings good luck to our whole family! With that, he solemnly handed the feather to his mother.

Zhang Yulan was full of tears, took the feather, and said: "Xiang Jun, you are now the deputy squad leader, or a probationary party member, I hope you will take root in the outpost, serve the motherland, and become a party member as soon as possible!"

Zeng nodded to the army, his eyes full of determination.

Liang Shangquan took all this into his eyes, and he was very moved by the intimate words of the mother and son. He returned to his room and began to create.

Two days later, he read the lyrics of "Little Poplar" to the soldiers at the outpost:

A small aspen

Grow next to the outpost

The roots are deep, and the stems are strong

Watch over the northern frontier

The breeze blows

Blowing the rustle of green leaves

The sun shines on the green leaves

Come, come, come

Small aspen, small aspen

It's long and I'm long

Defend the border with me

I left my hometown

Say goodbye to Poplar Village

Mom sends saplings

Speak to me gently

Take it with you

Relatives ask to keep in mind Luo Feed

Plant it

Just think of your hometown as if you were by your side

Come, come, come

Small aspen, small aspen

Also wears a green uniform

Defend the border with me

Defend together

Liang Shangquan read the lyrics twice in a row, and the soldiers shed tears after listening to it, Xiang Wenhua, on behalf of the soldiers, stepped forward, held Liang Shangquan's hand tightly, and said excitedly: "Teacher Liang, your song "Little Poplar" has written the hearts of millions of border soldiers across the country, I hope to compose a good song as soon as possible, and invite a suitable singer to sing, please!"

The soldiers responded with strong applause, everyone present was silently reciting the song "Little Poplar" in their hearts, and Zhang Yulan, who was standing next to her, had already closed the notebook with the lyrics copied, and her heart could not be calm for a long time. This trip to visit relatives has been very fruitful. I was familiar with the situation of the eldest son's duty post, met so many soldiers, including the three leaders, and reaped the joy of my son's promotion and becoming a reserve party member, and the biggest gain was to get acquainted with the great writer Liang Shangquan, as a Chinese teacher, his respect for the writer is incomprehensible to others!

Liang Shangquan is leaving, Zhang Yulan proposed to go together, her family leave has also arrived, and Teacher Liang walked together, and there were more opportunities to learn from him, Zhang Yulan was very happy, Liang Shangquan readily agreed, he said: Without your "mother tree", how can I come to my "Little Poplar", this is fate, I went back to Urumqi, just passed through Shihezi, we can learn from each other!

The reunion is always so short, and the separation is reluctant! Looking at his mother's distant figure, Zeng Xiangjun, who was standing on duty at the sentry post, was full of tears, and said in his heart: "Mom, my son can't give you a ride when he stands guard, I wish you a smooth journey and eternal health and happiness!"

Not far behind him, the little poplar seemed to be beckoning to say goodbye to his loved ones!