十年前,很冷的一个冬天傍晚。漂泊在外的阿明又一次失业了,还是因为他太过耿直,不懂迂回的性格。他跋涉了好几天,在一个个公司门口吃着闭门羹。一扇扇偌大的破璃门,透明的,却也是冰冷的,像猛然立起来的巨大冰块,向外发射着逼人的寒气。大概它们也嫌弃他是个外省的乡巴佬吧,浓重的口音总会时不时地泄露他心底的自卑。空揣着满腹的才华,却无用武之地,这今他非常沮丧。街上漫天飞雪,而他的工作还没有着落,他在想,怎样和乡下的父母说呢?已经连续十天了,他游魂一般 Ten years ago, it was a cold winter evening. Amin wandering outside again unemployed, or because he is too straightforward, do not understand roundabout personality. He traveled for days, eating out of doors in front of companies. A fan-shaped large glass door, transparent, but also cold, like a huge ice suddenly erected, launching a pressing cold outside. Probably they also disagree that he is a provincial barbarian it, thick accent always reveal his inferiority. Empty Chuaizhuo full of talent, but useless, and now he was very depressed. Blizzard on the street, and his work has not yet landed, he was thinking, how and the parents of the country? Ten consecutive days, and his soul wandering general