我记得那是个午后。七月的午后。我从蒸笼一样的职工食堂里钻出来,没有人愿意呆在狗娘养的蒸笼里吃那些胡萝卜,千篇一律的胡萝卜片胡萝卜丝。但是,为了肚子,为了打发那些成堆的木材和文件里豪情万丈的铅字,就得忍受蒸笼和蒸笼里的进食。有人把钢质的饭盆丢在那个铁桶里,很响的声音。我知道许多人的愤怒。我们有权愤怒,但无法改变。除非你不 I remember it was an afternoon. Afternoon in July. I drilled out from the same canteen as the steamer, no one is willing to stay in the doggy raising steamer to eat those carrots, carrot slices uniform carrot. However, for the sake of the stomach, in order to get rid of those piles of lumber and documents lofty character, have to endure steamer and steamer food. Some people throw the steel rice bowl in that iron bucket, very loud voice. I know the anger of many people. We have the right to anger, but we can not change it. Unless you do not