一九七一年,我是个农民,穿着一件父亲穿旧了的长过膝盖的中山装,样子很可笑。因为我口笨,说不了来回话,体力又小,没有几个村人喜欢和我一块干活。我总是在妇女窝里劳动的,但妇女们一天的工值是八分,我则只有三分。邻居一位婶娘讥笑我不如人,我指着门前公路上一位妇女骑自行车, In 1971, I was a peasant, dressed in a tunic with a worn over-knee tunic. It was ridiculous. Because I am stupid, can not say anything back and forth, physical strength is small, not a few villagers like to work with me. I always work in women’s homes, but women work eight times a day and I only have three. An aunt of my neighbor laughed at my disappointment. I pointed to a woman riding a bicycle on the road in front of me,