Chapter 8 ridiculous years

I have participated in many meetings in my life, ranging from the General Assembly of the United Nations to the meetings of the commune production brigade, but none of them was as thrilling and frightening as the "Emergency Meeting of Asian-African Writers" in June 1966. Even thinking about it, I can still feel the panic at that time. It was around late June 1966 when I was notified by the school to take part in the "Emergency Meeting of Asian and African Writers" as an English translator.At that time, the whole country had set off a wave of "Cultural Revolution".The school has been closed, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent a working group headed by Comrade Liu Xinquan to lead the movement.The campus is noisy all day long, and the order of life has been disrupted.I was delighted to be told to attend the meeting, thinking I would escape the chaos, at least temporarily.I also naively hoped that by the end of the meeting this "revolution" might be over.

The meeting was held at Jingxi Hotel.I didn't feel anything strange on the first day I just reported.The list of representatives gathered nationally well-known old, middle-aged and young writers.I have loved reading literary works since I was a boy, so I was very excited when I saw this list. It is rare to have such an opportunity to meet so many writers. But trouble arose almost on the first day of the meeting.I don't know where the rebels rushed into the Jingxi Hotel and insisted on finding out a certain writer, calling him a "black line figure of the gangster".The atmosphere of the meeting suddenly became tense.For the next two days, this kind of thing happened again and again.An international conference was being held in the hall, and Red Guards gathered at the entrance of the Jingxi Hotel to grab the conference delegates. People were really panicked.We were all told not to leave the gate of Jingxi, for fear of being arrested as soon as we went out.I remember that it was Comrade Liao Chengzhi who presided over the meeting, and every day there were crowds of rebels shouting slogans, and he must be dragged back to criticize.After two days in this way, the situation became more and more dangerous.Some rebel factions were so powerful that they rushed in and took away the representatives.At this moment, our staff was urgently summoned to a meeting. At the meeting, Premier Zhou's instructions were conveyed, and it was clearly stated that the meeting must be held smoothly without interference.In particular, Comrade Liao Chengzhi needs to be protected, and if there is any problem, we will talk about it after the meeting.After listening to Premier Zhou's instructions, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Jingxi Hotel is a hotel for the army.At that time, the army had not yet intervened in the local Cultural Revolution, and there was no faction, so according to Premier Zhou's instructions, the hotel strengthened its security.Although there are still many noisy rebels gathering at the gate every day, the incident of arresting people has not happened again.Remember my room is on the eighth floor.After several meetings, I felt bored and stood on the balcony to relax.However, on the street below, carloads of Red Guards were constantly passing by, slogans were everywhere, and there were teams of rebels holding various banners everywhere.I felt like I was living in a besieged city. The surrounding four walls were covered with red slogans and squeezed towards me, making me suffocate!I really want to escape, but there is no way out!

The plan of the meeting is to divide into several routes to visit various places after the meeting.I was assigned to go to Wuhan, Jiangxi, and Shanghai in a group led by the poet and writer Zhu Ziqi.However, just the day before departure, I learned that Comrade Zhu Ziqi could not go.The pressure from the rebels was too great, and the leaders of the meeting couldn't stand it, so they could only ensure that the participating writers would finish the meeting.After the meeting in Beijing, Comrade Zhu Ziqi had to go back to his work unit to accept the criticism!Comrades Liu Baiyu and Du Xuan led the team temporarily.

Our first stop after departing from Beijing was Wuhan, because Chairman Mao was in Wuhan, and he wanted to meet all the foreign representatives attending the meeting.So after the meeting in Beijing, all the staff went to Wuhan.On the second day of our arrival, a river tour was arranged.When we got on the boat, we learned that Chairman Mao was swimming in the Yangtze River.The local accompanying leader pointed in one direction and said that Chairman Mao was crossing the Yangtze River.Everyone was very excited, but of course we couldn't see anything from our boat, we could only imagine it.Later, Chairman Mao received the conference representatives.I haven't seen Chairman Mao for two years.From afar, he looked radiant and in good spirits.When I met the chairman that time, I felt so far away from him.In the past, I looked at Chairman Mao like I looked at my father.He is as kind to me as he is to his juniors.We spoke English together at his pool house, took him for walks in his winter yard, and had dinner with him.I learned to eat fatty pork when I was eating with Chairman Mao.The white fat meat is dipped in seasoning, and Chairman Mao can eat several pieces!But at this moment, Chairman Mao is sitting there peacefully meeting with the delegates. I really don't know if he understands that thousands of people are suffering in this land!

Looking back on those years, I am full of admiration for those writers of the older generation.At that time, almost none of the writers who were in the group with me had not experienced a tragic ordeal after they left.At the end of that year, I went to the courtyard of the Writers Association to read a big-character poster, and saw that almost all the writers I knew were named and criticized.Those who survived at the time were also knocked down later.When we accompanied the foreign guests on the Yangtze River and Mount Lushan, they must have expected what kind of disaster they would encounter in the near future, but they behaved very calm and composed.My direct leader is Comrade Du Xuan.We get along very well.Among the foreign representatives at that time was a Turkish painter who carried a large painting tube on his back all day, saying that it contained his works.I used to translate for him, but he dreamed of fantasy and showed hospitality to me.When I got on the train, he insisted on sitting next to him, which made me very embarrassed.This painter is a big fat man, but he always wants to come over and sit with me.At first I politely avoided him, but eventually I lost my temper with him and left him alone.At that time, I was young and energetic, and I didn't think it was a foreign event, and I had to be polite. I just felt that the big fat man was too rude and lost my temper.Unexpectedly, the fat man also lost his temper. He refused to participate in the activities when he went to Lushan Mountain, and he was locked in the room without eating or drinking.The matter was brought up to the leadership.Comrade Du Xuan patiently did my work and persuaded me not to be impulsive.In the end, he came forward and invited the fat painter to travel alone with him, and I was the translator.The fat man took advantage of the situation and went down the steps.I remember that the three of us played on Lushan Mountain for a whole morning, and even took a group photo in front of a waterfall, but unfortunately that photo can no longer be found.Du Xuan talked and laughed happily with the fat painter all the way, talking about the past and the present, which was very lively.I don't see him having any worries about his future fate at all.However, like all other writers, Du Xuan was criticized when he returned to Shanghai after the meeting.At the end of this year, when I went to Shanghai using the "big series", I went to his house and had lunch with his family.Although he was criticized at that time, he still had personal freedom.I heard that during the so-called "cleaning up the class ranks" movement, Comrade Du Xuan finally escaped bad luck and was imprisoned for many years.Fortunately, he survived this disaster and is still alive today.I remember that our group returned to Beijing after seeing off the foreign guests in Shanghai. When bidding farewell at the airport, the poet Li Ji said emotionally that he wondered when we could all meet again.We have soberly returned to the cruel reality after spending more than ten days with the foreign guests on a seemingly happy and peaceful tour.We shook hands with each other tightly, looked sad, and said how much we cherished each other.Later, when I returned to the college, I was "dragged" out after three days. I guess other people may not have survived three days!

I was branded as a "gangster minion" and a seedling of revisionism. The few months after I was pulled out and criticized were the most desperate time I encountered for the first time in my life.I was still so young, and I was full of so many good expectations for life. I never would have imagined that I would become a member of the "enemy camp" overnight.There was a song sung by the Red Guards every day. The lyrics were: "Pick up pens as knives and guns, concentrate firepower to fight the gangsters. The revolutionary masses mobilize together, and the cultural revolution shines brightly." Thinking about it now makes me shudder.Because at that time, whenever there was a major gathering, when all the teachers in the department gathered, we "gang black line" characters had to stand in the team at the beginning.After everyone arrived, the revolutionary faction among the teachers began to sing this song murderously.

After singing, they shouted in unison: "Kill, kill, kill!" It was really creepy.Then he sang again and again rhythmically: "Stand up for the revolutionaries, get out of the way for the non-revolutionaries, get out, get out, get out!" Therefore, we people should consciously "get out of the way", stand out from the ranks, and wait for the big After the team started to leave, this small team of "gangsters" followed silently into the venue.Although this is not physical persecution, it is a great torture to the spirit and a great humiliation to the personality.And it was this kind of insult, day and night, that finally brought me to the brink of a nervous breakdown.

That night, the rebels from the School of Foreign Languages ​​and the Institute for Nationalities next door jointly held a meeting to criticize the Panchen Lama.After the big team entered the big playground, I sat alone on the edge of the playground carrying my little horse.Scenes of brutal struggles were going on on the stage, and Panchen Lama's parents and family members were also fighting with him.The sound of slogans vibrated in the night sky.I suddenly felt the blood rushing up all over my body, every nerve was extremely tense, and I couldn't sit or stand firmly.At the time, the rebels were severely restricting freedom of movement, but I felt like I was going to collapse, I couldn't take it anymore.I have to find something, maybe it is hope, maybe it is destruction, in short, I can no longer sit here, watching others be slaughtered, and waiting for others to slaughter me.I ran out of the school gate desperately and ran to the main road in Weigong Village.At that time, there were no regular bus schedules, and I didn't know where I got the courage and strength to walk, walk, and walk from school to Tiananmen Square.I thought I was going to see Chairman Mao, but when I arrived at Tiananmen Square, I suddenly woke up. There is no Chairman Mao here, only crazy crowds!I panicked abnormally, and I didn't have the strength to walk back to school, and I didn't know how the rebels would deal with me if they found out that I had "fleeed".I slumped on the ground, literally sinking into the abyss of despair.At this time, I thought of my elderly parents and young Niuniu, I still have that home!This home has not given me much warmth since I was a child, but at this moment, this home has become the only bright spot in my life, the only comfort, and the only safe haven, which makes me walk towards it instead of dying.

I don't know how the predecessors summed up that experience - "blessings come without pairs, misfortunes never come singly"!That night, when I walked back from Tiananmen to my house in Shijia Hutong, stepped into the inner courtyard, and saw the yellow light in the house, my soul was so comforted, and it seemed that I forgot all the suffering for a while. I hope to hide in this deep courtyard and never return to that chaotic and terrifying society.Niuniu had already fallen asleep, and I went in to see her sleeping soundly, feeling bitter in my heart.She was only five years old at that time, sleeping so soundly, how could she know how much disaster this miserable life was bringing to her relatives.At that time, Niuniu’s father had been locked up in a cowshed by Peking University and was not allowed to go home; I became a “gangster’s minion” again, and I really didn’t know what impact these black marks would have on her future.

My father was still reading, and was surprised why I came back suddenly late at night.I was fully awake at this time, and only said that there was nothing to do at night, so I came back to have a look.But at this moment, the doorbell rang loudly, and the noisy voices of people outside could be heard from the inner courtyard.I was still in shock, and when I heard the noise, I knew that disaster must be imminent, and my heart beat faster.But the father calmly asked Mrs. Peng, the nanny, to go out and see what was going on.Before Mrs. Peng came back, a group of men and women from the "New Peking University" Red Guards escorted Niu Niu's father into the yard.They shaved his yin and yang head, ordered him to bow his head and stand in the courtyard, counting his crimes.In the end, they pointed to the father, saying that the father-in-law of this counter-revolutionary revisionist was Zhang Shizhao, the dog in the water who was beaten up by Lu Xun back then, so today they came to liquidate the debts owed by the dog in the water to the people and so on.My mother was trembling with fright. I comforted her, but I was also very panicked.Only the father still maintained his demeanor and did not show any panic.Afterwards, the Red Guards ordered his father to stand in the middle of the yard, but his father refused to bow his head. A female Red Guard waved a belt at him.Then several of them read out some slogan-style criticisms, and then began to break into the living room to search the house.These naive and ignorant young people, driven by a frantic restlessness, became irrational and human. They rushed into every room of our house, trampling books and household goods wantonly. What exactly they want to collect, I see them I don't understand myself.Their only drive is to ravage and torture others!In the end, they left my father's vast collection of books in a haphazard pile in the yard, and put cross-seals on all our couches and ottomans, ordering us not to sit in the comfortable chairs these revisionists sat on.How ridiculous and sad it is to recount all this now.This is the "revolution" crowned with the two solemn words of "culture"!

Before the Red Guards took their "trophies" and left my house, they posted a large couplet and a horizontal comment prepared in advance outside the gate, saying that the dog who was beaten by Lu Xun in the past is still a representative of the emperor's revisionist rebellion today.During the "Cultural Revolution", several former literary pillars on the literary and art front were also subjected to brutal struggles and even persecuted to death because they were criticized by Lu Xun back then!I think if Lu Xun could have foreseen that some people would be mercilessly persecuted due to some of his criticisms that were not completely accurate or criticisms that were highly emotional over thirty years later, I am afraid that he would consider whether he should say those words .However, who can foresee the thirty years behind him?What a great misfortune! In my article "My Father Zhang Shizhao and I", I described how my father resolutely wrote a letter to Chairman Mao after the Red Guards left that night, which led to Premier Zhou's order to protect a large number of non-party democrats.It was midnight when everything was over, and I couldn't go back to school.At that time, I didn't care too much, and I had a feeling of "going all out".But when I went back to school the next day, nothing happened.My colleagues in the same dormitory did not report me for not returning overnight, which made me feel people's kindness.Since Premier Zhou ordered my father to be picked up the next day and protected, and plainclothes guards were sent to protect his family members, I was much more worried about my family.I just need to focus on the school situation. Fast forward to October 1966.The People's Daily published the editorial "Criticizing the Bourgeois Reactionary Line". Following the opposition to the working group and Chairman Mao's first big-character poster, this editorial probably further pointed the finger at Liu Shaoqi, calling on the masses to concentrate their firepower on finding out the main bourgeoisie Representatives. Under the domination of the spirit of this editorial, we, the secondary "gangster minions", were relatively relieved. The rebels concentrated their firepower to fight against the so-called "gangsters", and we were basically isolated and left alone.Humans are very adaptable. At that time, I was more or less used to the mentality of not interacting with others, going back and forth alone, and doing nothing. My life had no purpose at all, and I went on day after day. The only pleasure and comfort was to go home and get old. Parents and Niuniu together. At the same time, a frenzied tandem trend was set off across the country.At the beginning, it was Red Guards from other places who came to Beijing, and they poured into Beijing in batches in overwhelming numbers.Chairman Mao met these Red Guards many times in Tiananmen Square, which greatly encouraged them and made them even more aggressive.In October, the Red Guards in Beijing began to go to other places to spread the "revolutionary fire".By November, the school was almost empty of students. The "gangsters and black-line characters" among our teachers have finally begun to "connect" with each other.The revolutionary rebels are gone, and we have "liberated ourselves".Later, we discussed whether to do some testing, maybe we would be allowed to go out to "revolutionary series". Therefore, we chose the relatively moderate "Red Flag Brigade" among the two Red Guard organizations in the School of Foreign Languages ​​at that time.We went to their headquarters to express how we support the revolutionary liaison, so we hope to participate in this revolutionary action, get their letter of introduction, and go out to liaise. We actually got the consent of the "Red Flag Brigade" and issued a letter of introduction for seven or eight of our English department teachers who were criticized.At that time, we were very happy to finally get rid of the shadow of "gang minions", and at the same time, we could go out for a walk and change the environment. I remember that we gathered at my house to discuss where to "connect in series".More precisely, where to go to travel, and with a paper introduction from the Red Guard headquarters, it is free travel.We decided to go to Sichuan and Mount Emei, maybe there is a pure land there. At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, we set off for the train station.But before we got close to the station, we were stunned by the sight.There is a real "sea of ​​people".From the station square to the road, there were countless crowds, probably more than 100,000 people!We couldn't get close to the station at all and couldn't figure out which team was going in which direction.There are at least tens of thousands of people in each of the crooked and chaotic queues, extending all the way to the east side of the main road. We frail scholars who are used to living in a well-organized campus cannot join this queue. We were very frustrated and went back to my house.After several consultations, a few brave people were still determined to go to Sichuan, so they left by themselves. Later, they really squeezed onto the train.The rest of us were unwilling to stay like this, so we decided to go to the station to have a look. We managed to get close to the side door on the west side of the station, and were pleasantly surprised to find that it was unlocked.No one found out.We gently pushed open the side door and slipped inside. To our even greater surprise, we found that we went directly to a platform, but there was no one on the platform at that time, and there was a train parked there.We were looking for someone to find out where the train was going. At this time, a conductor came over and told us that this was a train bound for Shanghai, and we would have to wait for an hour before getting on the "passenger".The train conductor was also very tired of the extreme chaos at that time. Seeing that we were a few gentle intellectuals, he asked us where we were going.Several of us are from Shanghai, so we chatted with him in Shanghai dialect, and the local accent immediately brought us closer.He generously said: "I'll let you get on before they get on the train! Once they (Red Guards) rush in, you won't be able to get on." The conductor opened the compartment door for us, and we went up to see It turned out to be a hard sleeper compartment!In any case, I did not expect such luck.However, this sleeper car did not become a sleeper car later.Each car was overloaded to an unbelievable degree. There were four or five people squeezed into a berth, and of course we could only squeeze in the berth below.But it is a luxury to have a seat, and more people sit on the floor in the aisle, and when they are really sleepy, they get under the seat to sleep for a while. Recently, I was talking to a foreign friend about that experience. He asked me very puzzled: "China was so chaotic at the time, why didn't it lead to economic collapse?" I really don't know how the country was functioning at that time.Speaking of this crazy series, I am afraid that 50% of the people, including some Red Guards, are traveling for free like us.Not only are travel expenses free, but food and accommodation are also free.At that time, countless Red Guard reception stations were set up across the country.With the letter of introduction from the "Red Flag Brigade", we all stayed in these reception stations.From Shanghai we went to Hangzhou and lived in a university.The old classrooms have been turned into male and female dormitories.More than a dozen people lived in one room, all with floors.In Hangzhou, when I was staying at this kind of reception station, one night, Two Red Guards from different places quarreled.And their wonderful way of quarreling is that they don't use their own language, but recite Chairman Mao's quotations, verbal and verbal, and their proficiency really stunned me. Our last "tandem" place is Ningbo.The purpose of going to Ningbo is to hear that there is a famous ancient temple Tiantong Temple in the deep mountains there.We imagine that there may still be a pure land where we can find the peace bestowed by the Buddha.So, I boarded the boat from Ningbo in the early morning, and the weather in the early winter was still very mild in the south.The boat went down the river leisurely, with lush greenery on both sides.In the warm sunshine, we sat on the bow, with our backs against the cabin, the fresh air, and the surroundings were peaceful, only the chirping of birds was heard.The oars caused ripples in the river. The water at that time was not polluted, and the clear water could reflect people's reflections.It is hard to imagine that when the frenzy of the "Cultural Revolution" swept across China, there could still be such a poetic place here.We hummed those English ballads we had almost forgotten as the boat rocked.The depression that has been suppressed in my heart for more than half a year seems to have disappeared. The boat arrived at a pier and we went ashore.Walking on the country road, I really wanted to shout: "This is life!" Soon, we came to a pagoda.It was a small courtyard with a few simple rooms.In the middle of the courtyard is a five-six-story pagoda that can hover upwards, called the Five Buddha Pagoda.The surrounding area was very quiet at that time, and we wanted to enter the courtyard to visit the pagoda.But as soon as you enter the courtyard, the first thing you see is a few crumbling and damaged statues of Bodhisattvas piled up beside the courtyard wall.This scene immediately ruined my good mood all morning.Violence is still displayed in this mysterious mountain!At this time, a monk with a ruddy complexion who looked about forty years old came out of the room.We greeted him and asked if we could go up to the tower.He said yes.We climbed to the top of the tower and overlooked the beautiful scenery of the surrounding mountain villages, which is really beautiful.After we got down, we chatted with the monk and asked him why the Bodhisattva statue fell by the wall.He clasped his hands together and said, "Sin! Sin! Sin! A group of people came and smashed the Bodhisattva, and they are not allowed to repair it!" Later we learned that the monk seemed to be in his early forties, but he was actually in his sixties.When he was 20 years old, he walked from the name of Mutiantong Temple in Guangdong to Tiantong Temple for several months on foot.These five pagodas are under the jurisdiction of Tiantong Temple, and he was sent to manage them.All food and vegetables were transported from Tiantong Temple.We lamented that this monk is clean after all, so he doesn't look old at all. One of our companions was a swimming instructor much younger than all of us, and he was a relative of mine.He was only in his twenties at that time, and he liked to joke.He asked the monk why he escaped into Buddhism at such a young age.The monk said that he believed in Buddhism and could save all living beings.The young man mischievously said: "I don't think you really believed in Buddhism at that time. Did you become a monk after falling out of love?" The monk was not angry, but clasped his hands together again, and spoke a long passage to "educate" us young companion.He said, "Secular people will not understand the artistic conception of monks, because you are pursuing fame and fortune in the world, and you have endless troubles. We monks have a peaceful mind, and the Buddha is at ease in my heart." When we left the five stupas and stepped out of the courtyard gate, there were obviously flat steps, but the young partner stumbled and fell heavily while crossing the steps inexplicably.We all laughed and said, "Who told you to blaspheme the gods, saying that the monk was broken in love. The Bodhisattva punished you!" This kind of ease has not been seen for a long time! We entered the mountain trail, and the scenery was even more beautiful at this time.There are green pines and green bamboos on both sides of the mountain road.There is no one around, the breeze blows, and the bamboo leaves make a moving sound of rustling, really like being in a fairyland.After walking for more than an hour, I came to a small mountain town with a small grocery store and two mountain village restaurants.It was after noon, and there were still customers drinking in the restaurant, and people chatting in twos and threes outside the grocery store.That peaceful atmosphere did not have the fighting atmosphere of the "Cultural Revolution" at all.Although we can't understand their dialect very well, we are sure that they are not talking about the "Cultural Revolution", not fighting faction wars, not debating who is a gangster, but friendly chat.They can be heard laughing when it comes to joy. We left Ningbo early in the morning, already hungry.Seeing the restaurant and the dishes on the tables of the diners whetted our appetite even more.This lunch was probably the tastiest I can remember.The ease after getting rid of long-term fear, disappointment, and depression, and the pleasure of rafting on the river and walking along the forest path made me forget the crazy world outside the small forest town for a while. That day, we walked about twenty miles from the pier to Tiantong Temple.It was already evening when we arrived at Tiantong Temple.At this time, the weather became gloomy and began to drizzle.The mountains and forests have a special taste in the rain, but with the darkening sky in the evening The color makes people feel a little sad and melancholy. As we approached Tiantong Temple, we heard bursts of singing coming with the wind.At first, I thought it was the monks who were chanting the evening homework, they were singing Buddhist scriptures.It was later heard that they were repeating the same libretto back and forth.Listening carefully, it turned out that they were singing the song "Comrade Zhang Side" in the song of quotations from Chairman Mao.And what they sang repeatedly was the half sentence: "It is a worthy death." That should be a heroic revolutionary song, after the monks sang it, and the artistic conception of the temple, it was like reciting Buddhist scriptures.When we walked to the gate of the mountain, we saw that the Red Guard reception station had also been built in the temple, and the monks gathered together to sing.After we registered for accommodation, we went to the cafeteria to eat. In each rough earthenware pot, there was rice on the bottom and some vegetables and tofu on the top. For us, the vegetarian food in this mountain temple has a unique flavor. After dinner, we visited the Buddhist hall of Tiantong Temple in the spare time of the day, but soon my emotions were overshadowed by a kind of disappointment and indignation.The Daxiong Palace was locked, and I tiptoed to peep through the glass above the door, and what I saw was a miserable scene.All the Bodhisattva statues were pushed to the ground, and some Buddha statues had their heads cut off.The formerly holy Buddhist temple was full of dilapidated debris and covered with thick dust. In the remaining side halls, there are only empty stands where the Buddha statues were enshrined in the past.The rooms on both sides of the hall have been converted into guest houses for the revolutionary masses.We stayed in one of the temples that night.At night, the sound of pines on the surrounding hillsides seemed to bring gusts of mountain wind into the disturbingly quiet and solemn Buddhist temple, which made me feel chilly in my heart.This night, I spent most of my time awake and listening to the rushing pines, feeling an indescribable loss deep in my heart.Our daytime laughter has been overwhelmed by the tragedy of Tiantong Temple.It is said that there used to be hundreds of monks in this temple. After the "Cultural Revolution" began, most of the young people were forced to return to vulgarity and went down the mountain to farm. The rest were mostly old and infirm, but they were also forced to farm temple fields to make ends meet.I remembered the words of the monk of the Five Buddha Pagodas.They were already refined people who have escaped the troubles of the world. They got rid of fame and fortune, and pursued the spiritual world of bliss; but now this ugly world has brought this cruel struggle to their sacred land, making them regain their lives. Falling into worldly troubles again.This is really a crime! After returning to Shanghai from Ningbo, we really didn't want to go back to the School of Foreign Languages.So I found a small factory, where I was able to connect with the working class in Shanghai.It was a glassware factory, and I was assigned to work in a workshop.It's called series, but we don't ask what they are doing at all.It seems that all the workers in this factory are rebels from the Shanghai General Administration of Industry.Later they also sent us a red armband.This is the only red armband I got during the "Cultural Revolution". At the beginning of March, the school sent a letter informing us to return to school to participate in sports immediately.Our more than three months of carefree days were over and we went back to school at the end of March. At this time, the School of Foreign Languages ​​was in full swing again.The foreign affairs outlet set off a big debate about "downing Chen, Ji, Qiao" and "protecting Chen"; the school began to debate the achievements and mistakes of the seventeen-year education line.We are not interested in the question of foreign affairs, but as teachers, we are very concerned about the evaluation of the results of the 17-year education route.So on April 26 of this year, teachers from our various departments who supported the "Red Flag Brigade" gathered together and established a "Four? Two Six" organization. Our task is to defend the indelible quality of higher education after the victory of the revolution in 1949. achievement. The "April? Two Six" activities have attracted me ever since.In series, the "Red Flag Brigade" has already denied the title of "gang minions" on our heads, and admitted that we are also revolutionary masses. Therefore, I think that the debate at that time was a debate between the two lines, and we were defending the achievements of the revolution. . In May, the "Red Flag Brigade" accepted me and some other teachers who had been branded "gang minions," "reactionary authorities," and "revisionists" to join their organization.From then on I really became a revolutionary mass.Although due to our background, the "Red Flag Brigade" does not regard us as the backbone, but at least it has regained our equality and dignity. Once involved in this revolution, my changes probably started from then on.Because of the long eight months of suppression and criticism, I changed my previous disinterest in political struggles, and thought from the bottom of my heart that if the "ultra-left" line prevailed, everything would return to the eight. The situation a month ago, China will be in chaos again.At that time, violence had been restrained, but another rebel organization in the school still regarded us as "representatives of the bourgeoisie", so I had to devote all my enthusiasm to this "revolution". This kind of enthusiasm may be like putting on those magic shoes. When you start dancing, you feel very good; but when you are tired and want to stop, you realize that you can never stop. These beautiful magic shoes will I have been leading you to dance until you are exhausted and finally collapsed on the huge stage.At this moment, the applauding audience has long since left, and the dazzling mercury lamps have also been extinguished in the empty theater, leaving only you wearing your enchanted dancing shoes, waiting for the fire of life to be extinguished! Or it could be like a terrible tornado.You are right in the center of the wind.A tornado can lift you thousands of meters into the sky, allowing you to overlook everything under your feet, but in the end it will take you tens of miles away, and then throw you heavily into the arms of the earth.Maybe you can escape from death, maybe you can never stand on this land again!