我当扳道员时,铁路沿线四五等站用的信号机还是煤油灯,是由扳道员登铁梯子挂上去的。每天傍晚挂上,天明卸下,不管刮风下雨寒冬腊月。老站长常与我上一个夜班,有一次,接班时还是明月当空,可到了半夜,天就像小孩子的脸,说变就变。开始是风和雨,后来竟然飘起了小雪花。我孤身一人在扳道房不由得提心吊胆: When I was a transfer officer, the signals used by the four or five stations along the railway line or kerosene lamps were hung by the escort laddermen. Hang up every evening, dawn to unload, regardless of wind and rain winter twelfth lunar month. The old webmaster often with me on a night shift, once, when succession or the moon empty, can be in the middle of the night, the sky is like a child’s face, that change becomes. The beginning is the wind and rain, and later even float a small snowflake. I am alone in the switchhouse could not help but be nervous: