上小学前,接触较多的其实是林科院负责后勤的工人叔叔。那时我们的房子和工厂挨在一起,离我们家最近的是一个为工人做饭的叔叔家。那个叔叔外号华子,是外地人。他说着一口浓浓的家乡话,怎么说的,现在我已记不清了,只记得过了好久我才听懂他的话。他黑黑的,瘦瘦的,三十多岁的年纪却有着五十多的模样,岁月在他的脸上刻上了一条条的痕迹。他 Before going to primary school, the more contact was actually the uncle of the worker who was responsible for logistics in the Academy of Forestry. At that time, our house and factory were together, and the closest from our house was an uncle’s house to cook for the workers. That uncle nicknamed China, is a foreigner. He spoke a thick native dialect, how to say, and now I can not remember, just remember after a long time I understand his words. His dark, thin, thirties, but there are more than 50 years of age, years of his face engraved with a trace of traces. he