走近他的时候,正是春风拂地的五月。他笑得谦和而开朗,坐在我的对面。没用多长时间,我便感觉到他不是在用语言和我交流,而是在用心灵同我攀谈。他无意以任何方式构筑自己,只是像一条自然流淌的小溪,以一种最朴实的形式讲述着自己,关于事业,关于人生。他和他所领导的公司以辛勤的汗水浇灌着拔地而起的楼群。当他们用那楼群的手臂托起一枚属于自己的太阳,人们便不约而同地向这里投来惊喜和赞赏的目光。这位从黑土地上走来的青年人,背景就是那深刻而厚重的千顷荒原。于是,他拥有了一份真正的成熟。 Approached him, it is the spring breeze in May. He smiled humble and cheerful, sitting opposite me. Not how long, I feel he is not in language to communicate with me, but in my heart to talk to me. He did not intend to build himself in any way, just like a natural stream flowing in one of the most simple forms about himself, his career, his life. He and the company he led with his sweat drenched in the buildings that had gone up. When they hold their own sun with the arms of that building, people spontaneously cast surprises and appreciations on it. The young man who came from the black land is the background of the profound and heavy hemp wilderness. So, he has a real maturity.