凡下窑的,都有个灯牌,它是矿工的身份,是名片。有雪糕大小,上面写有编号、姓名,是支、交矿灯的凭证。60年代初,灯牌均为木质的,表面刷上桐油。那年月,灯盒是酸性的,约四五斤重,不太亮,支灯时,都愿有盏亮亮的灯。5号窗口发灯的,跟我年纪相仿,每次她都支我盏亮的。每次支灯,我差不离把头伸了进去,看看她庐山真面目:齐脖短发,一双大眼睛,脸略黑,但她不说话,仅冲我淡淡一笑。不知为何,我鬼使神差,给她写了个小纸条,内容是:下班后可以谈一谈吗? Every kiln, there is a light card, it is the identity of miners, business cards. There are ice cream size, written in the above number, name, is the branch, cross the lamp certificate. In the early 1960s, the light signs were made of wood, with tung oil on the surface. That year, the light box is acidic, about four or five pounds heavy, not too bright, lights, are willing to have bright lights. No.5 window lights, and I am the same age, every time she gave me light bright. Each time the lights, I almost put my head stretched in, look at her true colors: Qi neck short hair, a pair of big eyes, face a little dark, but she did not speak, only flushed at me a faint smile. I do not know why, I am magical, gave her a small note, the content is: after get off work you can talk about it?