我从事烟叶生产工作已经有十年。十年的岁月如同白驹过隙,一些人和事已渐渐模糊,直到了无痕迹。前些天我到坡豆烟站下乡,温暖的午后,安静的农家小院里,我们坐在椅子上,和烟农聊着来年种烟的希望,门后轻轻响,一位老奶奶端着搪瓷杯,来到面前和我悄声说:“孩子,喝水!”我讶异的抬起头,一段往事从心底汹涌而至,我忙拿起杯子低头喝水,眼泪却不断滴入杯中,眼角的余光泛着阳光下温暖的老奶奶,你还在呀,大娘?我在心底不停的问道。 I have been engaged in tobacco leaf production for ten years. Decades of years flies, some people and things have gradually blurred, until no trace. A few days ago I went to the slope bean station to the countryside, the warm afternoon, quiet farmhouse, we sat in a chair, chatting with the farmers of the hope of tobacco in the coming year, the door gently ring, a grandmother carrying Enamel cup, came to me and whispered: “I kid, drink water!” I looked up surprised, a period of raging from the bottom of my heart, I took the glass and bowed his head to drink water, tears continue to drip into the cup In the corner of the eye glow of warm grandmother sunshine, you are still still, aunt? I kept asking in my heart.