人生很有意思,有些事当时轰轰烈烈,但却随着时间的流逝而慢慢淡忘了;有的事看似平凡,但却像陈年佳酿,令人回味,给人力量。记得是1991年春节前夕的腊月二十八日,正当人们忙于置办年货,准备欢度新春佳节的时候,我和一位同事开着满载60多位乘客的大客车,顶着满天飞雪,踏上了由北京开往烟台的旅途。说实在的,做为一名当时已有10多年驾龄的 Life is very interesting, some things were vigorous, but as time goes by and slowly forgotten; some things seem ordinary, but like the aging brew, memorable, giving power. I remember that on the eve of the Spring Festival in 1991, the twelfth lunar month, just as people were busy setting up their own stock and preparing for the Spring Festival, I and a colleague drove over the bus carrying more than 60 passengers. Traveling from Beijing to Yantai. To be honest, as a man who had been driving for more than 10 years at that time