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春雨潇潇,又是一年的清明到了。我的心如这春天的风雨,在回旋、在拂掠,无论如何难以安宁。那条路,那座房,时时浮现在我的眼前,岁月的风雨冲刷不尽记忆深处的那段经历……那是22年前在沅陵当养路工的事。我们的工班在一个深山峡谷的公路旁。我们住的工班房,是一栋不知什么年代修的木板屋,整个房子朝一边倾斜着,每当狂风暴雨的夜晚,房子被吹得“嘎,嘎”的摇晃,这时,班里老少便拿着锅碗瓢盆放在床顶,摆在桌上,“滴答、滴答”地接着漏雨……班里男女老少共7人,条件虽差,但大家都能吃苦。
Spring rain Xiaoxiao, another year of Ching Ming arrived. My heart, like the spring rain, is spinning, sweeping, no matter how hard it is. That road, the room, always emerge in front of me, years of wind and rain erosion not deep memory of that period of experience ... ... That was 22 years ago in Yuanling when maintenance of the road. Our class is on a highway in a mountain valley. We live in the working class room, is a building I do not know the era of wooden houses, the entire house tilted toward one side, whenever the stormy night, the house was blown “Ga, Ga ” shaking, then, Boys and girls took pots and pans on the top of the bed and placed them on the table. There were 7 men, women and children in the class. The conditions were poor, but everyone could endure hardship.