北京陶瓷厂是我熟悉的地方。然而,不久前我旧地重游,她又显得陌生了。我再也没看到破旧的原料车间、烟熏火燎的倒焰窑,粉尘飞扬的手动摩擦压坯机,也没有碰上一个身着破旧工作服满脸污汗的工人。看到的是明亮整洁的车间、一水崭新的国产或进口设备,埋头干 Beijing Ceramics Factory is a place I am familiar with. However, I recently revisited and she became strange again. I never saw the old material workshop, the flaming fall-back kiln, the dusty manual friction machine, nor the workers who wore sweat in their distressed work clothes. Seeing bright and clean workshops, fresh domestic or imported equipment, and burying