一天刚蒙蒙亮,内官庄村一农家小院大门“吱呀”一声敞开,门声冲破村夜的宁静。一高大身影晃出门,回手又拽严门,便沿巷街道出村。撩开笼罩田野的夜幕晓幔,步履矫健,行色匆匆,大步溜星向林西镇走去。那不是走,简直是跑,象追赶什么,身后留下一串深深牢牢、清清楚楚的脚印。追赶什么呢?追赶时间。他是谁?田俊杰。津美陶瓷工业集团公司总经理。他五十多岁年纪,头发斑白,脸色酱紫,面庞方圆,眉棱、颧骨、下巴轮廓分明;一双大眼睛闪着刚毅、宽厚慈善的目光;前额条条皱纹,雕刻岁月春色, One day just dawn, the inner village village a small courtyard door “squeak ” was opened, the door broke through the quiet night of the village. A tall figure Akira go out, go back and pull the door, it will be out of the village streets Lane. Turned aside the dark clouds hanging over the fields, vigorous walking, color hurriedly, striding star to Linxi town walked. That is not to go, is simply running, like chasing after, leaving behind a string of deep, firm, clear footprints. What to catch up? Catch time. Who is he? Jin Mei Ceramics Industrial Group Company General Manager. His fifties, gray hair, purple face, face square, eyebrow ridge, cheekbones, chin outline; a pair of big eyes flashing fortitude, generous charity eyes; forehead wrinkles, carved years of spring,