一盏、两盏、三盏……象昨天象无数个平静的昨天一样你,一位开机车的女工在这个平静的夜晚,熄灭工地最后一盏灯也熄灭了自己二十多年的机车生涯象一粒淬过火的钢屑象一颗吐尽银丝的春蚕你是一片饱经沧桑脱去了肌肤、血液……留下一副瘦骨支撑整个秋天的叶子你是一株临风而立的老树苦难则是圈圈年轮——下乡插队下岗待业每一轮历史的追光都对你紧跟不舍 One, two, three ... Yesterday, like countless quiet yesterday, you, a woman driving a car on this calm night, extinguishing the last light of the site also extinguished his twenty years of locomotive career Like a quenched steel shavings like a spring silk spit exhaustion you are a piece of the vicissitudes of life off the skin, blood ... ... leave a thin bone to support the entire autumn leaves you are a tree stand by the wind suffering It is a circle of rings - the countryside cut-off laid-off unemployed chasing each round of history follow you