我的照片档案中,珍藏着一本我和我的异国“兄弟”在一起的照片,每每看到这些照片,都不禁让我心情激动,浮想联翩……。1992年5月16日,是我终身难忘的日子。刚刚退休才一个多月的我,正拿着一把榔头在修整我的小木屋,弄得满身泥土,满脸灰尘。忽然间,听得门外有人用不纯正的中国话打听:“这里,住着一个叫黄德福的没有?” My photo file contains a photo of myself and my foreign brother. Every time I see these photos, I can not help feeling excited and imaginative. May 16, 1992, is my life unforgettable day. Just a month after I retired, I was carrying a hammer to trim my cabin, covered with soil, dusty face. Suddenly, I heard someone outside the door with impure Chinese inquire: “here, there is a live without Huang Defu?”