一天上午,我去公司下面的一个车间转转。大家看到我来了,所有的人都放下手上的活,恭敬地向我点头,只有一个年轻人还在忙,忙得满头大汗却都来不及擦。我从没见过这个陌生的小伙子,问旁边的车间主任,这是谁啊?主任显得很不屑地说,你说他啊,新来的员工,木匠的儿子!木匠的儿子?为什么要叫他木匠的儿子呢?我心里满是疑惑,未及多问,就笑笑走开了。中午时,我在食堂又撞见了这个年轻人,我问他,你叫什么名字?周翔,他说。一个很有朝气 One morning, I went to a workshop below the company. Everyone saw me coming. All the people put down their hands and nodded respectfully to me. Only a young man was still busy, busy with sweat, but it was too late to wipe it. I have never seen this strange young man, asked the workshop manager next to, who is it? The director seemed very disdain to say that you say he ah, the new staff, carpenter’s son! Carpenter’s son? Why call him Carpenter’s son? My heart is full of doubts, without asking, smiled and walked away. At noon, I saw the young man again in the cafeteria. I asked him what is your name? Zhou Xiang, he said. A very energetic