这是1996年秋天的一个早晨。天刚刚从墨黑中渗出一点鱼肚白的时候,冯雨生眨愣一下眼睛,似乎有人使劲推了他一把,很准时很机灵地醒来了。他看见一线淡淡的曙色移动在摆放得整整齐齐的农具上,锄和耙的刃口齿尖反射出银色的光亮,他的目光立刻变得亲切起来。这间小杂屋,原先是放置自行车和一些杂物的地方,属于工厂宿舍楼的附属建筑,一家一间。如今,成了冯雨生的卧室兼农具室,除一张简单的木床外, This is a morning in the fall of 1996. When the sky just blew a little bit of white from black ink, Feng Yu-sheng blinked eyes, it seems that some people pushed him a hard, very on time very clever wake up. He saw a touch of light moving in a neatly arranged farm tools, hoes and harrow blade edge reflection silver light, his eyes immediately become cordial. This small chandelier, was originally placed bicycle and some debris, belong to the factory dormitory buildings, one each. Today, Feng Yu-sheng has become a bedroom and farm room, in addition to a simple wooden bed,