每天上班我都要经过一家工厂职工宿舍楼,楼是上世纪80年代砌的,在时光的磨蚀中显得灰暗、破旧。在楼的遮荫处,总是三三两两地围坐着一群织毛衣的女人,她们都是下岗或被企业“内退”的工人,不知从哪里揽来这织毛衣的活。这些活报酬低得惊人,织一件毛衣少说也要6小时左右,可是每件工钱才8元!就是这样低的工钱,女人们还是咬着牙做下去。 引起我注意的是,在这群织毛衣的人当中,居然还有一个男人!他四十七八岁的样子,穿件什么酒的广告衫,端坐在那里,一声不吭,埋头织着。一双手粗大、结实、暴突着青筋,显得有些笨拙的手指有耐心地伺弄着那些柔软的毛线,倒也织得很 Every day I go to work through a factory workers dormitory, the building was built in the 1980s, the erosion of the time appears dark, worn. In the shade of the building, there are always women sitting in twos and threes around a group of knitwear. All of them are laid-off workers or “retreat” workers. I do not know where to draw the knitwear. These living remuneration is surprisingly low, weaving a sweater less about 6 hours, but only 8 yuan for each job! Is such a low wages, the women still biting their teeth to go on. What caught my attention was that there was actually another man in the knitwear! He looked forty-eight-eight-year-old, wearing a wine shirt, sitting there, silent, . A pair of hands thick, strong, violent sudden blue veins, some clumsy fingers seem to have patience with those soft yarns, but also very woven