One morning a year ago, at an altitude of 4300 meters in the Karakoram Mountains, a military radio station called "Qingquan" quietly emerged, breaking the silence of the plateau with its sound. Seemingly a story of a radio station from scratch, it is actually a true record of a group of soldiers searching for spiritual support in harsh environments. From an idea from the instructor to over 20 soldiers eagerly signing up; From the renovation of rudimentary warehouses to the formation of individual columns - we see how the power of spirit becomes a warm support in the desolate 'forbidden zone of life'. This small radio station has also become a mirror, reflecting everyone's growth: some have found the motivation to study technology, some have become more confident and enterprising, and more importantly, the spirit of border defense has been passed down from generation to generation. Learning guitar, sending birthday wishes, building a reading corner... Here, every soldier's wish is taken seriously and has a genuine response. What is lacking is not the courage to persevere, what is lacking is the soil that allows courage to take root. ”How to safeguard the inner world of officers and soldiers while guarding the border? Today, as we walked into a certain company of the Xinjiang Military Region and listened to the story of the "Qingquan Broadcasting Station," we found an answer in our hearts - when everyone's voice is heard and every wish is cherished, even the desolate plateau can bloom with spiritual flowers. At the beginning of the 'Clear Spring', the spring chill is sharp, and on the morning of the Karakoram Mountains, the sky is so blue that it is dazzling. The sunlight passes through the thin air, coating the snow capped mountains with gold. The barracks of a certain company in the Xinjiang Military Region are neatly arranged, and the five starred red flag is fluttering in the wind. Just after the morning exercise, the soldiers rubbed their hands and returned to the dormitory, stomping off the remaining ice on their boots. At an altitude of 4300 meters, the oxygen content is less than half of the plain, and even breathing requires effort. Instructor Zhao sat at his desk, flipping through the soldiers' ideological reports. The handwriting of "perseverance" and "responsibility" on the paper was neat, but he understood the emotions flowing between the strokes - some people's pens trembled slightly when writing "everything is fine at home", while others left a heavy exclamation mark after "no matter how big the difficulties are, no matter how difficult the environment is, they don't feel bitter". The vows engraved in the heart, the unspoken longing, are as silent as the snow capped mountains outside the window, yet as heavy as a thousand tons. Instructor Zhao turned his gaze out the window and landed on the distant snow line. It's too quiet here. Quiet enough to hear the sound of the wind blowing through the outpost, and to hear one's own heartbeat. Suddenly, a thought floated from the depths of Coach Zhao's memory - while reading, the voice of the campus radio station had accompanied him through the night of preparing for exams. Those music and poetry once made small classrooms vast. What if there is also a 'snow line sound' here? ”After dinner, he found Captain Jiang. Jiang Lianchang was frowning at the training schedule, and after listening to his suggestion, his eyes lit up. Radio station? "He put down his pen." Lao Zhao, I support you! What we lack here is not the courage to persevere, but the soil that allows courage to take root and the 'clear spring' that nourishes the soul. "For the sake of this flowing 'clear spring', the two of them decided to build a 'clear spring radio station' that night. The next day, they reported this idea to their superiors and received full support. They then discussed organizing an idle warehouse as a base for the broadcasting station. The news spread, and the platoon was thrown into the lake like a stone. Within a day, more than 20 people from the entire platoon signed up to respond. Platoon leader Lin Jiawei is responsible for equipment coordination; College student soldier Li Hang volunteered himself, stating that he had work experience at a university radio station; First level Sergeant Zhao Zhanbo rubbed his hands and said there were many good stories in his stomach; Private Ding Shushan, who loves to write poetry, whispered, "Can I be a broadcaster?" Everyone said they could do it. Li Hang nailed himself into the warehouse in Chaoyang. Sergeant Ma Ruilong found the amplification equipment, Corporal Wang Yusen set up the wiring, and Sergeant Li Yang was responsible for the doorplate design. On the walls, there are decorations painted by soldiers, and on the windowsill, there are green plants. Although the equipment is rudimentary, every screw is tightened to everyone's heart. At the first planning meeting, everyone sat in a circle. Zhao Zhanbo said, "The radio station cannot be too far away from the life of our company. It must have warmth and military flavor." Li Hang suggested setting up several columns, such as "Company News," "Military Knowledge," and "Common Sense of Life. Someone suggested adding a literary column: "Reading and singing, let's have a 'literary style'." Instructor Zhao nodded while taking notes and said, "We should tell more about the fine traditions of the older generation and stories that happened around us." Ding Shushan used his spare time to write articles, turning the touching stories of soldiers patrolling the snow mountains and being punctual at the outpost into poetic lines in his writing. He was afraid that his Mandarin pronunciation might not be standard, so he corrected it repeatedly in the dictionary. Zhao Zhanbo is not idle either. He dug out the "Border Defense Diary" written by a veteran and copied down the story of his senior climbing on ice and lying in snow, reading it with emotion. On the day of the trial broadcast, the whole company gathered on the playground. After the flag raising ceremony, a voice sounded: 'From today on, we have our own broadcasting station!' Pressing the play button, the melody of 'Me and My Motherland' drifted towards the snow capped mountains. In the broadcasting room, the announcer Ding Shushan looked out the window at his comrades' tall and straight figures, and his heart was filled with excitement - he could finally read beautiful poems to those who stood firm on this plateau. Zhao Zhanbo sat on the side, holding the diary in his hand. He told in his heart, "Old squad leader, your story is about to spread even further through radio waves." After a month of operation of the Witness Broadcasting Station, the changes are like glaciers on the plateau, calm on the surface but surging in the depths. Radio programs play every day in the camp, flowing into the hearts of soldiers and nourishing their growth. Li Hang was originally focused on studying maintenance techniques and had limited communication with his comrades in daily life. Wherever he goes now, someone always greets him and says, 'What's on' Tech World 'today?' Every time he broadcasts, Li Hang shares some equipment maintenance tips with everyone, and often backbone members come to the radio station with laptops to ask him for advice. At the end of the training that day, he said to Coach Zhao, "I want to strive for more training opportunities, accumulate knowledge and improve my abilities, and better serve everyone in the future." Ding Shushan's growth was surprising. This new recruit, who always lags behind in training, is responsible for planning the "Border Poetry Page" column, reading a large number of books, and writing multiple poems. His song "Green Military Uniform under the Snow Mountain" reads: "The cold wind is cold, but my heart is hot, just because my country is on my shoulder." After the program was broadcast, Coach Zhao patted his shoulder and said, "I have a high learning motivation and good poetry. We cannot be proud, and I will strive to be on the training results list!" Since then, Ding Shushan has become a different person. The veteran accompanied him to improve his physical fitness, and the squad leader gave him a lecture on tactical essentials. A few months later, all of his assessment results met the standards. In a keynote speech, Ding Shushan expressed his feelings: "The radio station is like a high mountain, which made me realize my own shortcomings in ability and also made me understand what it means to never give up - only by climbing hard can I stand on the mountaintop." In one episode, Zhao Zhanbo recalled a life and death experience on a patrol road. Don't be afraid! Follow me and remember that I'm behind you. "This old class monitor's admonition once brought tears to his eyes. Now sharing this sentence with his young comrades, he has gained more emotions. After the program ended, the new recruits surrounded him and asked, "What happened later?" He truly felt that the spirit of the veteran had not faded in today's company. The power of spirit needs to be conveyed through broadcasting stations. ”Zhao Zhanbo prepared the program more seriously, allowing the story to unite the hearts of soldiers and help young comrades build confidence. He compiled the "Border Defense Diary" left by veterans into a collection of stories and suggested to the company to continue writing the diary in the form of a radio station essay contest: "The diary writes about the youth of border defense, and the spirit of border defense should be written into the hearts of officers and soldiers..." The radio station has become a stage for young people to grow up. Female soldier Huang Rong was selected as the anchor and won the championship in the group speech competition; Han Zhaoxiang, a soldier in the kitchen team, used his hometown dialect to talk about "Fun Food", which became a popular program among officers and soldiers; Sergeant Wang Zhiqiang opened "Analysis of Famous Battles" to analyze classic battle cases, and gained a group of "fans" - every soldier standing on the stage shines in the sunshine. The plateau is still desolate, but the hearts of the officers and soldiers are becoming increasingly abundant. The slogans on the training ground are louder, the atmosphere of research in the study room is stronger, and there are more laughter and joy in spare time. Echoes of Dreams Last year, when new recruits joined the company, the radio station launched a special event called "Speak Your Heart", allowing everyone to express their feelings through radio waves. New recruit Shi Bo wrote in his "Wish Note": "I want to learn guitar, I don't know who can teach me." On the afternoon of the wish broadcast, Sergeant Wang Yushen volunteered: "I learned it when I was in school, I'll teach you!" Captain Jiang dug out an old guitar from the warehouse and handed it to Shi Bo in person: "Practice hard and show off your talent at the radio station in the future." Soon after, Shi Bo's self played and self sung songs were played on the radio. After finishing the song, he spoke into the microphone and said, "The feeling of dreams shining into reality is so good!" Veteran Jinrui's wish was very straightforward: "My wife's birthday is next month, and once again I won't be able to be by her side. I want to wish her a happy birthday through the radio." Jinrui's congratulatory broadcast audio was immediately sent to his lover by his comrades. Upon receiving the audio, Jin Rui's lover replied with emotion, "This is the most meaningful birthday gift." The 7-year-old military child Xiao Jun, who came to visit the team, was also specially invited into the broadcasting room. Xiao Jun said into the microphone, "I want to tell Dad through the radio that I got a 'double hundred' in the final exam." "Dad heard it, Dad is proud of you." The veteran who had just handed over his work and was walking down the whistle suddenly heard his son's voice on the radio, and tears welled up in his eyes with excitement. We have received over 70 wishes and suggestions in total. Some people have very small wishes: 'I want to eat beef noodles from my hometown.' After repeated research, the kitchen team finally made a pure taste using existing ingredients. Some suggestions are very practical: "Our club should have a reading corner." The platoon immediately purchased bookshelves, and the reading corner was quickly built. Half a year later, this reading corner had already had many books, becoming a "spiritual granary" for the officers and soldiers. On this day, the radio station launched a special program. Instructor Zhao served as the day's announcer: "A year ago, we established this radio station. At that time, we only wanted to break the silence of the plateau with sound. One year later, it became a clear spring that nourishes the heart, making everyone's dreams and voices echo..." In the afternoon of that day, another wave of "wish notes" were sent to the radio station one after another: "I want to be admitted to the military academy", "I hope the whole class can be rated as excellent by the end of the year", "I want to win the first place in the competition"... These voices echoed through the radio waves over the plateau, melted into the wind, floated towards the distant snow capped mountains, and then returned, landing in the hearts of every soldier. The snow capped mountains outside the window are still cold, but spring has arrived at the outpost. Li Hang is about to attend the training, and he said, 'When I finish my studies and come back, the' technological content 'of our program will be even higher.' Ding Shushan's poetry has been published in the newspaper, and he continues to create more new works. Zhao Zhanbo was busy organizing more patrol stories: "As long as I stay here, I will keep telling." The wind on the plateau was still blowing, carrying singing, poetry, and inner thoughts. The radio station is like a never-ending spring, witnessing the growth of a group of young people