从遥远的南方城市归来后,我仿佛一只低头啄食的小鸟,期待胸有成竹、展翅蓝天的一刻。20岁那年,我被父亲送进离县城几十公里远的一座国营煤矿,做了一名成天与煤焦产品打文道的普通女工。煤矿地势偏僻,沉静得像一潭死水,不起一丝涟漪。矿里没有什么娱乐姆施,职工们习惯听粉单位的广播日夜作息。初到矿山,生活侧黔燥乏味,陪 Returning from the far southern city, I seem to be a bird pecking down, looking forward to getting ready, wings a blue sky. At the age of 20, I was sent by my father to a state-run coal mine several tens of kilometers away from the county seat and made an ordinary female worker who hit the road with charcoal products. Mine lonely, quiet like a pool of stagnant water, can not afford a trace of ripples. There is no entertainment in the mine, facilities, workers are used to listen to the flour mill broadcast day and night. Arrived at the mine, living side dry boring, accompany