当我在八百米井下见到煤矿工人微笑的一刹那,我突然记起,十多年前我也曾有过那种微笑,只是后来不知丢失在何方了…… 从宽敞明亮的大巷下了人行车,转入漫长陡峭的上山,到处都可以看到矿工们在笑着。不论他们是在爬垄口把钩、在溜子边清理、在顺槽里运煤、在斜坡上推车……看到我们,他们都会停下手中的活计,主动让到一边,报以微笑。他们的笑简单而深刻,奔放而克制,淳朴而自然,满怀真挚,和头顶的矿灯一样灿烂明亮。 When I saw the miners smile at the 800-meter downhole, I suddenly remembered that I had had that smile more than a decade ago, but later I did not know where it was lost ... From the spacious and bright underpass People driving, into the long, steep uphill, you can see miners are laughing. Whether they are hooking the ridge, clearing the slippery edge, transporting coal in the trough, strolling on the slopes ... When they see us, they both stop their hands and take the initiative to let them smile. Their laughter is simple and profound, unrestrained and restrained, honest and natural, full of sincerity, as bright as the overhead miner’s lamp.