能写些啥?他没有惊天动地的创举,平平常常,一个村办实业公司总经理而已。他,一不高大,二不英俊,不会朗声大笑,生活塑就了他沉稳的性格。一双眼睛闪着睿智的光亮。他一路踉跄。从不讲他过去的故事。毕竟我们是同龄人,谈起来容易。于是,他向我谈起了三十四年中所跨越的一道道沟壑。一1974年,他品学兼优考上了县城初中。一个月后,开学了,但上学的却不是他。有人最知内情,他是富农子弟。他愤怒了,要向上级申诉。但在那个是非颠倒的年代里,他无力抗争,偷了母亲 Can write something? He did not earth-shattering initiative, usually, a village-run industrial company general manager only. He, a not tall, two handsome, will not laugh, life plastic his calm personality. A pair of eyes shining bright wisdom. He wandered all the way. Never tell the story of his past. After all, we are the same age, easy to talk about. So he talked to me about the gulf that I had crossed in 34 years. In 1974, he was admitted to the county junior high school. A month later, started school, but not his school. Someone knows the innermost feelings, he is a rich peasant brother. He was angry and complained to his superiors. But in that irreversible era, he was unable to fight and stole his mother