看到了“我与档案工作”的题目，鼻翼间仿佛又飘来一缕缕呛鼻难闻的樟脑味，视线也变得模糊了，头也似乎立即痛了起来，一幕幕如烟往事又一次浮现在了眼前，挥之不去，令人慨叹。 　　那是 1986年冬，当我第二次从大学中文系毕业回来两年后，所供职的甘肃庆阳地区司法处派我参 See the “I work with the file,” the title, the nose seems to have floated a plume of nauseating camphor smell of smoke, the line of sight has become blurred, the head also seems to hurt immediately, scenes of past events once again emerge At the moment, lingering, it is lamentable. It was the winter of 1986, and when I came back for a second time from the Department of Chinese at the university two years later,