无论一个人到了怎样神圣的地步,他的出身的标记却永远地印在脸上,职业的惯性和父母遗传的血液搅在一起,再也剔之不掉,挥之不去。陈永贵的那双大手搞惯了劳动,我们看见了他为人家题字的一张照片,那手握毛笔跟他拿烟杆儿差不多,几个字也肥墩墩,如他的脸那般憨厚拙朴。就是这双手,要他在北京 No matter how sacred a person is, the mark of his birth is forever printed on his face. The inertia of the profession and the blood inherited by his parents are mixed together, and are no longer untouchable or lingering. Chen Yonggui’s big hands got used to work, and we saw a picture of the inscription he made for others. He held a brush with his cigarette lighter almost, a few words are pierced, as his face is so simple and honest Park. This is both hands, want him in Beijing