那是1994年春寒袭人的三月,为了生计,17岁的我与同村阿雨南下广东。和许多打工朋友遭遇一样,历尽艰辛却无法找到工作。我们暂住在老乡处,时间长了,老乡的脸色一天天难看起来。我和阿雨有了回家的念头,那时,年轻的我第一次感觉了出外求生的不易和人生的悲凉。就在那天晚上,治安大队挨个厂家查夜,我和阿雨丧家之犬般从早就准备好的后窗溜了出去,向没有灯光的地方没命地跑,跑到了一个鱼塘成片的地方。坐在 It was March of the cold in the spring of 1994. In order to make a living, I, a 17-year-old, went south with Guangdong in the same village. Like many migrant workers, they encountered difficulties but could not find a job. We live in the hometown for a long time, fellow’s face difficult to look every day. I and A rain had the idea of ​​going home, then, young I feel for the first time the survival of the hard-won and life’s sadness. That night, security brigade one by one manufacturers check the night, I and A rain funeral dog from the rear window has long been ready to slip out to the place where no light did not run, went to a fish pond into a film. Sitting