清明节的那天晚上，北京淅淅沥沥下起了小雨。第二天是一个艳阳高照的晴天。妻子高兴地把床单、被罩洗了个遍，然后又将床下纸箱里的书报拿出去晒。不经意间一个大信封扯开了，纸片资料散落了一地。她急忙喊我去看，我拿起来看，全是我积累的曾经工作过的单位的一些资料卡片。 The night of the Ching Ming Festival, Beijing lingering drizzle began to rain. The next day is a sunny sunny day. Wife pleased to bed sheets, washed over and over again, and then out of bed under the cardboard newspapers out of the sun. A large envelope inadvertently ripped open, the piece of paper scattered in one place. She hurried to call me to see, I took it to look, all the information cards that I accumulated the unit that once worked.