情书那一年到一个公司实习,师傅姓王,二十来岁。不知何时聊起写诗,王师傅很兴奋地把我带到宿舍,拿出他写的几首诗。记得一首叫“电线杆”、一首叫“方向盘”什么的,皆属从名字就知道内容的那种。我自然不好评论,这一点不影响他的兴致,中午非要拉我喝一杯。我们来到公司附近的一个小酒馆,先叫了半斤高粱酒,那斗碗刚好盛一碗。几个来回喝完了,又叫了半斤。一斤白干下肚,王师傅见我还能喝,又喊老板打酒。老板正在屋内忙活,他就 Love that year to a company internship, master surnamed Wang, twenty years old. I do not know when to talk about writing poetry, Master Wang is very excited to bring me to the dorm, come up with a few poems he wrote. Remember a call “telephone pole ”, a call “steering wheel ” what, are all from the name to know the kind of content. I naturally bad comment, this does not affect his interest, at noon have to pull me a drink. We came to a bistro near the company, first called half a catty sorghum, bowl just bowl. After several rounds of drinking, also called half a catty. A pound of white dry down, Master Wang see I can drink, but also call the boss to play wine. The boss is busy in the house, he will