我自幼丧父,家境贫寒,1992年,年仅16岁的我,离开了贫脊的家乡,加入了外出打工的行列。就这样漫无目的地离开了生我养我的家乡,来到了人生地不熟的外地,我感到格外地孤独,天天在街上乱转,四处打听有没有哪儿有招工的。一天,终于被一个人把我“卖”到了一家建筑公司,在那里干的是繁重的体力活,吃的是咸菜馒头,住的是露天工棚,一天只能挣三四块钱,老板对我们态度也是十分恶劣。熬到了年底,老板还算有 Since I was my father, my family was poor, in 1992, only 16 years old, I left the homeland of poor land, joined the ranks of migrant workers. So aimlessly left me to raise my hometown, came to an unfamiliar field of life, I feel particularly lonely, every day chaos in the street, around asking where there is recruitment. One day, I was finally sold to a construction company by a man who worked hard, laboriously, with pickles and bread and lived in an open shed for only three or four dollars a day. The boss Attitude to us is very bad. Ao get to the end, the boss still have