×月×日人们都爱议论,谁当了厂长,穷了工人,肥了自己:厂子垮了,厂长的别墅到手了,好象到处是“穷庙富方丈”。可我这个厂长,穷了工人,穷了自己,愁白了头发,这一肚子苦水向谁倾吐?唯有这本日记,这支老式笔,愿意承载我所有的烦恼与辛酸。 × On the day of the month, people love to discuss, who became the factory manager, poor workers, fat man himself: the factory smashed, the villa owner of the factory hand, as if everywhere is “poor temple rich abbot”. But the director of this factory, the poor, the poor, the poor, and the white hair, to whom did this bitter water pour? Only this diary, this vintage pen, is willing to bear all my troubles and bitterness.