吴自强坐在办公桌前,点燃一支烟,呆呆地望着窗外。不远处一幢幢楼宇华灯初上,分外璀璨,自己的心情却怎么也灿烂不起来。今晚李主任交代要加班赶写陈厅长明天的讲话稿,半个小时过去了,电脑上依然只有标题一行字。时间过得真快,一天又一天,一年又一年,转眼就四十多岁了,小吴变成了老吴,头发白了一片,眼睛也开始老花了,多年来没有变化的是自己主任科员一职,处级还是遥遥无期,不知道是单位出问题,还是自己有毛病。 Wu Ziqiang sat at his desk, lit a cigarette, stared blankly outside the window. Not far from the blocks of buildings in the early lights, exceptionally bright, but how their own feelings are brilliant up. Director Li confessed tonight to work overtime to write Chen’s speech tomorrow, half an hour later, the computer is still only the title line. Time flies, day after day, year after year, in the blink of an eye over the age of 40, Xiao Wu became Lao Wu, white hair, eyes began to spend, there is no change over the years is his director Section staff, departmental level or in the foreseeable future, I do not know is the unit problems, or their own problems.