When I first entered the factory, I ate bones from eggs.

Before I came to Shenzhen, I was engaged in construction work in Guangzhou. That year, I was 2 1 year old. After graduating from high school, I moved granite in Shishi, Fujian for two years. I was bitter and tired, and I didn't earn any money. I dream of working as a factory worker in Shenzhen. Many people in our village work in Shenzhen, but most of them are girls in their twenties. More people, especially men, get off at Guangzhou Railway Station, just like bricks, and don't know which construction site they went to.

At that time, I felt that I was worse than a brick. Bricks made of mortar stood firmly in the city, but I had to run around the city looking for food and fall asleep. Playing, pulling bricks and carrying cement are all hard work. I was born weak, and everyone in the village thought I was holding them back. It is said that a high school student who has studied for more than ten years should not waste talents on the construction site. If he went to Shenzhen and entered the factory, he would have a chance to sit in the office with a pen. I know what they mean, but I can't do ten days' work in one month. By the end of the year, I will give the foreman 20 yuan living expenses.

It was my first year in Guangdong. I slept in a shed, with no wine or cigarettes. My quilt is thin and torn, and I look out from inside, shiny.

In winter in the south, it is especially cloudy when it rains. I put on all my clothes, but my spine is still cold. Our bed is a wooden shelf, but it is covered with scrap iron. I think it was the coldest winter in my life. At noon on the second day of New Year's Day, it cleared up. I washed my cold face and wanted to go out in the sun. I sit under a tree in front of Yuexiu Park. I didn't know what kind of tree it was at that time. It is leafy and has long roots. It fell to the ground, and the golden sunlight reflected from the leaves into my swollen eyes, which was warm. I suddenly got two chills. I saw a vigilante wearing a red armband waving at me and shouting something. If before, before I experienced this winter, before I had hope for this city, I would definitely run away. But at that moment, I sat there motionless. I'm thinking that if he shouts casually on an empty stomach, his partner will catch him sooner or later. Besides, don't steal, rob, kill or set fire, or send me back to my hometown.

The man came over when he saw that I was still staying. I still remain motionless.

He said, Brother, do me a favor. The car is stuck. Give it a push. 10 yuan.

Facing the warm winter sun, I smiled foolishly for the first time in Guangzhou.

I used the money to buy a pair of underwear and a bar of soap, took a good bath, then went to the snack bar to eat a bowl of Chili noodles, and the remaining few cents bought envelopes and stamps. I can't stay on the construction site in Guangzhou any longer. I bit my finger and wrote a bloody book to my junior high school classmate Tang. I said your cousin has a way to let you into the factory, and he will definitely let me into the factory. I will pay you back twice in the future. If your doll hasn't come to Guangzhou to pick me up in half a month, I think this letter will be my last words in life.

Ten days later, Tang took me to Shenzhen and settled down in a mud house in the south of Longgang. It was much more difficult for a man to enter the factory in Shenzhen at that time than I thought. The room is about 10 square meters, with four bunk beds and ten people living up and down. Neither my brother nor I have entered the factory, and the other seven are girls from their village. All factories with jobs have temporary residence permits. My brother and I don't have a temporary residence permit, so we dare not go out to look for a factory during the day and can only sleep. In the evening, we give up our bunks to others, go to the graves on the mountain to find fruit offerings, and sometimes pull out some red Parthenocissus.

On the night of Lantern Festival, more and more people come out from home to look for jobs. Many people can only sleep in front of the mud house, thinking that it is remote and will not check the temporary residence permit. Who knows that in the middle of the night, there were shouts, and we looked down from the top of the mountain, and the crowd rushed around like a flood. From then on, in order to hide the temporary residence permit, we never dared to go back to the hut again. We have to rely on them to send three meals a day to the mountains after work.

Very not easy to stay until the end of the month, out of the grain depot, Tang invited his cousin's factory director to eat a meal, and borrowed 500 yuan from his hometown to enter the back door before entering a leather strap factory in Longdong.

In my imagination, in Shenzhen, I enter the factory, go to work on time, wear neat work clothes, eat delicious meals, get paid every month, and then go to the post office to give my joy and hope to my father. But the situation in this factory is much worse than I thought. I was assigned to the glue department. I haven't been sober since the first day I entered the factory. All day, I inhaled the smell of glue, but exhaled the smell of glue. And I have to work endlessly, I can't be late for work, I can't leave early after work, I have to deduct money for personal leave and sick leave, I have to register for going to the toilet and boiling water, and I can't attend classes more than three times.

Once, I ate the bones in an egg.

It was the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, and the eggs were fried with oil residue, which contained not only pig hair but also bones. This later became a real joke. Of course, these are not unbearable. What is unbearable is that the supervisor who eats me and drinks me and collects my money often beats and scolds his workmates and always looks at me coldly. I wrote all these, and secretly posted them in the dormitory tunnel in the middle of the night, making the factory stormy. The boss himself came back from Hong Kong, and a pair of notes on the registration form of hundreds of people finally found me out. Fortunately, he just kicked me out of the factory and didn't give me a penny, instead of sending me to the police station as he clamored.

Homeless people, factory workers, writers

I lost my job again and went back to the mountains in Nanyue, living next to the grave where I had stolen fruit to eat. I was extremely disheartened in those days, hoping that the police would arrest me in Zhangmutou. I am no longer afraid to check my temporary residence permit. At dawn, I will go to this industrial zone to find a factory. A month has passed, and I have already owed money to Don and 800 yuan, and my job has not been settled yet. In Shenzhen in late autumn, in the deep mountains and some broad-leaved forests, yellow leaves fall one after another. At night, the cold comes, and occasionally unknown wild animals scream from the mountain stream and float to the distant industrial area. The flashing lights there always remind me of the warm noon on the second day of the first month in Guangzhou, how brilliant the sunshine was that day, how elegant the posture of the security boy was, and how lucky I was. I earned 10 yuan in a few seconds. Is there such an opportunity in Shenzhen? Was the first winter in Shenzhen worse than that in Guangzhou?

That night in beginning of winter, I bought a bottle of beer and a roast chicken leg and went to Tang's grave. At the same time, he also brought an old magazine, Mirs Bay. He said that he has been writing poems for many years. Tomorrow, he will contribute to this magazine. Let me try.

I squatted on the stone and wrote for two days and nights, feeling like a running account. He said that the theme he thought of "Leaves in Shenzhen" was very poetic.

I sent the manuscript to Guo Haihong, editor of Dapeng Bay. I call from time to time to ask about the situation. Lao Guo said, good, very good, true and touching. After the first trial, it will be published one year after it is made public.

At the end of the year, with the help of Tang, I entered a small factory in the second industrial zone of Guanlan, also making belts. Maybe it's because of "Fallen Leaves Back to Roots" and maybe it's because of Lao Guo's affirmation. I think the winter in 1995 is particularly warm. I also work hard and have full confidence in everything. I wrote a letter to my boss, put forward the solutions to the problems existing in the factory, and compared it with the factory in Longdong, and put forward many advantages of the factory. The boss saw that I still had some ink in my stomach. After a while, he transferred me to the office to manage the warehouse, get a monthly salary, eat and manage the food, and I became a little human.

After the New Year, I go to the bookstall to find Dapeng Bay as soon as I have time. As the days passed, the new magazine finally came out, but there was no sign of "fallen leaves in Shenzhen".

It was a sunny spring day, and I specially took a day off, nominally to go to Lao Guo, but actually I wanted to ask about the manuscript face to face, far from being unwilling. At that time, the magazine was still working in the old cultural center. I don't remember whether it's two or three floors, but it's worn out. The editor's desk is full of manuscripts, unlike the current computer. When Lao Guo was away, American editor Lao Luo said that there was such a manuscript. He has finished drawing all the illustrations, so he may have to wait for the next issue. Soon, Lao Guo came back, long hair, not fat now, met, shook hands, looked at his watch and said, after work, go home and get something to eat and drink.

Boiling pork offal with white radish is an authentic Hakka craft. I drink less and eat more. In the factory, I am afraid of eating radishes. He may have seen it and kept putting meat in my bowl.

That manuscript hasn't been published yet, so it probably didn't pass the final review. Maybe it's because of those bowls of pig soup, maybe it's because Lao Guo has been encouraging me to stick to it in his letters, so I didn't send any manuscripts until he left his work unit at the beginning of 2000, but my belief is still there, and my motivation is still there. I really stuck to it and kept sending him manuscripts, even though our factory moved from Guanlan to Longhua.

One morning, half an hour before work, a dark crew member found me and said, "You sent a lot of manuscripts to Dapeng Bay, didn't you?" My surname is Guo and I live in Longhua. My wife is in the industrial zone ahead, so I stopped by to see you. "

I said I haven't seen you for four years. Why are you dark and strong? Short hair, too You're not Lao Guo.

He said that Lao Guo had gone somewhere else, and he had just left. He has read all my manuscripts, which are a little basic, but the students' accent is a little strong. Let's talk about it when you are free.

I said yes, and then went to the dormitory.

We talked for a noon, and I remember three words every word so far: your writing should be more plain and simple; Your introversion is not necessarily a bad thing. A wise man speaks slowly and acts quickly. It's a pity that you eat this every day, but that's how I got here. When he said this, he picked three pieces of sand from the factory meal I called him.

The first manuscript he sent me was called "Directors' Meeting". I typed it back, revised it and sent it again, and finally passed it. I come from rural Sichuan, and the hardships of my hometown have been haunting me. I wrote most about people and things in my hometown, which was very suitable for a main column of the magazine at that time: clouds in my hometown.

Write, put down, pick it up and put it down.

However, in September this year, my father died suddenly for some reason, but the efficiency of the factory deteriorated extremely. I didn't get my salary for half a year. The workmates chipped in 3000 yuan for me, and I went home to deal with my father's affairs. I went straight to 30 that year, and my friends and relatives introduced me to my girlfriend. The girl came to Shenzhen with me. For the life of our two families, our factory in Longhua was unsustainable, so we had to move to Longgang and enter another factory. Adding a daughter every other year is a heavier burden of life. Writing, like first love, can only surprise me occasionally in my dreams.

In order to get a little more salary, I gave up my dream of holding a pen in an office and started a piece sewing job. During the SARS period in 2003, there was no order in the factory, and my heart began to empty again. At this moment, I remembered what I wanted to write. Why not write and earn some money to support your family? At that time, both Lao Guo went to a magazine in the city. They were very happy to learn that I had a family, so they sent me some payment more or less. After SARS, orders increased. When the boss saw that I could write an article, he was afraid that I would make trouble, and he hated me very much, but he didn't want to fire me, so he promoted me to team leader and gave me a small house. Soon, Xie Xiangnan of Southern Metropolis Daily made an interview about migrant workers' writing, found me and took photos on the rooftop in front of my dormitory, which made me beautiful for quite a while. A few days later, the newspaper came out, and the subtitle about me was: Team Leader in Shorts. It was a hot day. I am wearing shorts and slippers, and there is a sign on my chest. Very realistic.

In the second half of the year, Lao Guo said that their magazine sent someone to ask me if I wanted to have a try. I never dreamed of it. How can I put it down? Yes, I cut some works, including that newspaper.

The magazine doesn't include food and accommodation, and the rent in the city is high, so I rented a single room at the intersection of Longhua Dalang and took my wife over. Those days were probably the most energetic days for me in Shenzhen. I got up at six o'clock, carrying a black bag, a lunch box, no suit and a pair of leather shoes, but the wind rang when I walked. The transfer at Meilinguan was particularly crowded, and many people complained, but I enjoyed it. I foolishly thought that after ten years, I finally got into the office seriously, which is different from the warehouse management in Guanlan!

Soon after, there was a personnel change in the magazine, and I finally left there and went back to my hometown with my wife. We are going to rent a shop in the county and write something while operating. With little capital and no other ability, how to do business? It's useless Later, I tried to grow vegetables and raise chickens, but the income was very small, which was far less than going out to work. I had to return to Shenzhen again and enter the factory in Xixiang, Baoan, doing my old job and stepping on a sewing machine. Because of the excessive supply of goods, I work 13 and 14 hours a day, and my writing has gradually drifted away. I just visit them on holidays, which means I still live in Shenzhen and haven't disappeared from this city.

Shenzhen is warm, because there are words.

But that year, my job was even more arduous. I was too busy to call my old friend for a whole year. I even forgot my published articles and my poetic days in Longhua. Like thousands of my workers in Qian Qian, I haven't left the industrial zone for almost a month, and I haven't left the garrison gate for almost a year, except for going to work, which means eating and sleeping. If the heavy snow hadn't blocked my way home, I almost forgot that the city where I live was called Shenzhen.

On the morning of the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, I was fighting with some workmates who couldn't go home and received a phone call. A friend said that Bao 'an Writers Association is engaged in activities. Please contact the people there.

I didn't know there was an essay activity until the writers association, which was about the snowstorm and wrote about my feelings of staying for the New Year. Leave the poker and go to the internet cafe, and you can't type a word. For more than two years, I haven't touched the computer, my fingers are stiff, and I have forgotten my roots. My heart is tingling. Give it up, but people called specifically to agree. In addition, this is also an opportunity. Even if you win the last prize, it's better than pushing the car 20 times in Guangzhou. Really, at that time, I remembered the cart. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I gritted my teeth and earned 10. Yes, this is an opportunity, and I can't give it up.

I went back to the dormitory, wrote those compositions in one breath, copied them, and ran to my friend's house to send an email. I didn't know I was sitting in front of the computer and couldn't even type my own name. After staying all afternoon, I finally sent out the manuscript. I can type ten eight words in one minute.

I drank a lot of soup and wine in the evening, and I also remembered my friend's words: You can't lose some things when you buy a computer for the New Year.

On the day of construction, I received a phone call from the writers association, saying that I won the first prize and the bonus was very good. After getting the bonus, I quickly bought a brand-new computer. With the computer, the dormitory can't be put down When my wife is happy, she rents a single room. Both "career" and life have made a leap because of sketches.

With the improvement of the employment environment, it is no longer so late for us to work overtime. We rest every Sunday night and have a holiday every month, which is still far from the big factory, but it is very rare for me. Writing down this year, although there is no big gain, the occasional manuscript fee can basically offset the daily expenses. This year, the publication of Bao 'an Daily's "Working Literature" has given us literary lovers who are in the front line of working a wider display and expectation.

When we end 2008 in expectation, when the bell of the New Year is about to ring, when the horn to commemorate the 30th anniversary of reform and opening-up has sounded, and when we stand on a new milestone, whether you have embarked on a journey home or stayed here, I think, like me, there will always be some moving and warm people and things in this city at the end of the year, as long as you sort it out a little.

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