那个时候,我还年轻,在一所乡村中学教书。因为毕业分配得不如意,我对父亲心怀不满,为自己没有一个有本事、有门路的父亲而暗自神伤。学校就在镇上,我每天骑着自行车上下班,途中要经过一处废品收购站。一幢简陋的红砖瓦房,窗户上封着塑料纸,四周一圈碎砖 At that time, I was still young and taught at a rural middle school. Because graduation was unlucky, I was displeased with my father, did not have a capable, promising father secretly sad. The school is in the town, I ride a bike to work every day, on the way to go through a waste collection station. A shabby red brick house with plastic sheets on the windows and broken tiles around