1986年冬天,我在美国加利福尼亚州奥克兰市附近当建筑工人。因为接触的都是混凝土、湿木材、泥浆这些东西,建筑工人的手在冬季往往会疼痛不堪。我的手上裂开了一道道口子,不停地流血。做建筑这行的人是不可能因为手疼就停工不干的,你只能咬紧牙关,继续干活,把事情做完。一天早上,我开车到加油站去加油。我走下车,注意到一辆送报小货车,司机正在吃力地搬着一捆捆日报。我又看了那个男人一眼,发现他 In the winter of 1986, I worked as a construction worker near the city of Oakland, California. Because of the contact with concrete, wet wood, mud, and the like, builders’ hands tend to be sore in winter. My hand cracked a trail, keep bleeding. People who do this building line can not stop working because of hand pain. You can only clench your teeth, keep working and finish the work. One morning, I drove to the gas station to cheer up. I walked off the train, noticed a delivery van, the driver is struggling to carry a bundle of daily newspapers. I saw the man again and found him