有这样一种工作,叫做“逢山凿路,遇水架桥”;有这样一群男人,远离亲人,甚至远离家乡,夜以继日地奋战着。他们与星星为伴,为城市的发展出一份力。他们就是建筑工地上的工人。我的邻居王叔叔就是这样的一个人。他有一张照片,没事就会轻轻抚摸,照片里一个四五岁的小孩捧着一本《唐诗三百首》,红红的小脸甚是可爱。这大概是他的儿子。他一边看嘴,里一边好像还念叨着什么。有时候,我放学时路过建筑工地就能看到他。他满 There is such a work, called “every mountain chisel road, meets the water bridge”; There is such a group of men, away from their loved ones, and even away from home, fighting day and night. Together with the stars, they contribute to the development of the city. They are workers on the construction site. Uncle Wang, my neighbor, is such a person. He had a picture, nothing would touch gently, a four or five-year-old child in the picture holding a “three hundred Tang Poems,” red little face is very cute. This is probably his son. As he looked up, he seemed to repeat something. Sometimes I can see him passing through the construction site when I get out of school. He is full