踏进粮店的第一天，我便参加了一个老同志的追悼会。这位长者，１９５６年从朝鲜战场负伤归来，转业到这粮店。风里来，雨里去，不管严寒酷暑，就像母亲照顾小孩一样，守护着他心爱的粮店。他老家在河南，可在这个偏僻的角落，一住就是几十年，从没回过文小平永不弯曲的脊... On the first day into the grain store, I attended an old comrade’s memorial service. The elder, returning from a wounded North Korean battlefield in 1956, moved to the food shop. In the wind, in the rain, regardless of the cold and heat, just as the mother to take care of children, guarding his beloved food shop. His hometown in Henan, in this remote corner, a residence that is decades, never returned Wen Xiaoping never bend the ridge ...