十多年前,我从学校毕业后,被分配到一个高寒山区乡镇,在党办当秘书。报到那天,迎接我的镇党委书记,姓张。他虽年近不惑,却因操劳过度,脸上刻满沧桑,两鬓华发丛生,穿一件洗得发白的中山装,脚下着一双半新的解放鞋。怎么看,我也不敢相信,他是一个领导几万人的党委书记。那一刻起,我便在心中称他为“老书记”。第二天一早,老书记便喊我一起下村检查群众生活。别看他人瘦小,在崎岖的山间小道上却健步如飞,我这个毛头小伙累得汗流浃背也追赶不 More than a decade ago, after I graduated from school, I was assigned to an alpine mountain village and a party secretary. Registration day, to meet my town party secretary, surnamed Zhang. Although he is almost untroubled, but due to overwork, his face covered with vicissitudes of life, two 鬓 Huafa clump, wearing a washed white tunic, at the foot of a pair of half new liberation shoes. How to look, I can not believe it, he is a leader of tens of thousands of party secretary. From that moment on, I called him “old secretary” in my heart. Early the next morning, the old secretary shouted me to go to the village to inspect the mass life. Do not look thin at others, on the rugged mountain trail is vigorous, my feather guy sweaty also catch up