没钱的日子就象一杯苦丁茶,满口都是一种苦味。有钱的时候又象一盏浓蜂蜜,甜得有点淹人。在我三十多年的经历中,就有这种苦过、甜过的生活。记得小时侯,家里很穷,父亲在那场浩劫中被打成右派,被迫常年在外做义务工。母亲一人的工分养活着我们兄妹五人,其状之悲、其情之惨可想而知,那段日子,钱对于我来说,仿佛是天堂的神话。我从小学念到中学,从没有交过学费。写字用的本子都是别人没用完的旧本拼凑出来的。因为舍不得浪费,装订后参差不齐。为这,还挨过老师的训。与伙伴和同学在一起的时候,总会闻着别人吃零食的香味、看着别人五颜六色的玩具。这时,内心便会产生种种诱惑。一次,我看见同班的一名同学家琳琅满目的图书后,实在忍不住想看,就用每天为他做作业的条件换取了看书的机会。记得有一年春节前,我和几名小伙伴一起到供销社去,回来的路上,他们一人拿一把爆竹,兴高采烈地玩着。听着“嘭嘭”的爆炸声,看见小伙伴脸上灿烂的笑容,我陡然产生一种被钱遗弃的孤独感。我痴痴地目光像探照灯一样 The days of no money like a cup of Kudingcha, mouthful is a bitter taste. When rich money like a thick honey, sweet a little submerged. In my more than thirty years of experience, there is such a misery, sweet life. I remember when I was young, my family was poor. My father was beaten to the right by that catastrophe and forced to volunteer all the year round. The work of one of our mothers and nurturing our brothers and sisters lives in five people, their tragedy, the tragedy of the situation can be imagined, those days, money for me, as if the paradise of the myth. I went to primary school to secondary school and never paid tuition. The book is used to write the old people did not run out of the patchwork out. Because reluctant to waste, jagged uneven. For this, also received the teacher’s training. With partners and classmates, always smell the scent of other people eat snacks, watching other people’s colorful toys. At this time, there will be all kinds of temptations in the heart. Once, I saw a fellow classmate dazzling array of books, I can not help but want to see, on a daily basis for his homework conditions for reading opportunities. I remember one year before the Spring Festival, I and several small partners to the supply and marketing cooperatives to go back on the road, they take a piece of firecrackers, happily playing. Listening to the “嘭 嘭 ” explosion, saw a small partner smile on the face, I suddenly had a sense of loneliness abandoned by money. I journeying like a searchlight