春节前,刚刚下过两场好雪,从京郊往河北的公路两边,大地一片洁白,空气格外清新。我和文国璋驱车去兴隆县的一个小山村,离目的地不远的时候,路颠颠簸簸开始难走了,我们的车走近了山间。车要过一条河,过河桥上站着一个人,文国璋说那就是他,名叫佟占海。我渐渐看清楚他是一个中等身材、40来岁的男人,一身土地黄色衣服,在冷风里两手袖着,见到我们时,他笑了,憨憨的。 Before the Spring Festival, just had two good snow, from the Beijing to Hebei on both sides of the road, the earth a white, especially fresh air. Wen Guozhang and I drove to a small village in Xinglong County, not far from the destination when the road Britain bumpy began to walk hard, and our car approached the mountain. Car to a river, crossing a person standing on the bridge, Wen Guozhang said that is him, called Tong Zhanhai. I gradually see that he is a medium-sized, 40-year-old man, a yellow land clothes, both hands cuffed in the cold, see us, he laughed, Hanhan.