1987年12月1日,我被液化汽罐泄漏引起的火灾所烧伤。对自己的前途很悲观。康复不久,领导决定让我搞档案工作。第一天打开档案室的门,几千案卷杂乱无章堆放在墙角,到处是破旧自行车零件和散落在地的纸片,但问题不仅仅是这些;档案专业对我来说很陌生。为了尽快适应新的工作,我啃起了书本,看不清字,我买了一个100毫米放大镜,截指植皮的手开 On December 1, 1987, I was burnt by a fire caused by a leaking liquefied gas tank. Very pessimistic about their future. Soon after the rehabilitation, the leadership decided to let me engage in archival work. The first day opened the door to the archives, where thousands of files were cluttered in the corner, worn bicycle parts and scattered pieces of paper, but the problem was more than that; the file profession was new to me. In order to adapt to the new work as soon as possible, I nibbled the book, can not read the word, I bought a 100 mm magnifying glass, cut the fingers of the skin graft