一那是一个冰雪刚刚消融的早春,冰封已久的大地从沉睡中醒来,寒意渐渐退去,春意悄然爬上枝头,露出一丝黯淡的绿意。那时候,三十五岁的我,两个孩子的母亲,在一家小工厂当会计,没有任何出奇之处,却不甘心庸庸碌碌地度过一生,内心深处隐藏着一种不敢对人说的向往——一心想干大事,却又不知究竟能干什么。就像一匹迷途的瞎马,东一头西一头地乱撞,不知人生的出路到底在何方。看到一群年轻人兴致勃勃、满怀憧憬地走进考场,那是“文革”结束 It was a snow melt of early spring, the frozen earth woke up from sleep, the chill gradually receded, spring quietly climbed the branches, revealing a hint of dim green. At that time, my thirty-five-year-old mother of two children, who worked as a public accountant in a small factory, did not have any surprises. She was not willing to spend her life mentally. People say longing - bent on doing big things, but do not know what can be done. Like a lost blind horse, east and west head-on collision, I do not know where the way out of life in the end. See a group of young people in high spirits, full of longing into the examination room, it is “Cultural Revolution ” end