上世纪70年代末,我初中毕业后到乡里的农机站当学徒工,50多岁的站长对我非常关照。那时我家里很穷,每天中午带的饭盒里,总是只有苞谷饭和咸菜疙瘩。站长常常把他女儿给他送的好吃的分给我一份。我对他非常感激。一天晚上,轮到我值班了。当时,站里的条件不好,没有专门的值班室,我们都是在站长的办公室里值班那晚,夜色很深,我的心情很不好——我的妈妈病了,正在县医院里住院,急等着钱做手术。但做手术需 The late 70s of last century, I graduated from junior high school to the village farm station as apprentices, more than 50-year-old webmasters care for me. At that time, my family was very poor. Every lunch box brought at noon always had only Baogu rice and pickled lumps. The webmaster often gave me a copy of the delicious portion his daughter gave him. I am very grateful to him. One night it was my turn to be on duty. At that time, the station conditions are not good, there is no dedicated duty room, we are in the station’s office on duty that night, dark, my mood is not good - my mother is sick, in the county hospital Hospitalized, anxious waiting for money surgery. But surgery needs