11987年秋天,简易调进了清风电风扇厂。那一年,他刚满二十一岁。报到那天,正赶上总装车间排练文艺节目。好家伙,偌大的车间里,数百个青年男女像一群鸭子,叽叽嘎嘎地聚在一起,可就是没人愿意上台演节目。没法,主持人开始点名。王丽娟听见主持人叫自己的名字,忙不迭地往人堆里躲,又被众人推了出来。在一片欢呼声中,好不容易鼓足勇气走上了台,还没说话,脸便红得像一只熟透了的柿子。 The fall of 11987, simply into the breeze fan factory. That year, he just turned twenty-one years old. Reported that day, is to catch up with the assembly shop rehearsal art program. Good guy, huge workshop, hundreds of young men and women like a group of ducks, twittering together, but no one is willing to step onto the stage. No way, the host began naming. Wang Lijuan heard the host called his name, hesitate to hide in the heap, and pushed by everyone. In a cheer, finally got the courage to embark on the stage, did not speak, his face is red like a ripe persimmon.