Chapter 63 Bingchen's Poems in Prison

Zhu Yaping, who was arrested for mimeographing poems on the Bingchen Ching Ming Festival, was taken to Cell 305 of the "K" building by guards.Zhu Yaping was pushed in, he was a little dazed, he slammed his hand on the cell door and shouted urgently: "Comrade! Comrade! How can we contact in the future?" The guard outside scolded: "Who is your comrade!" People who were arrested in Bingchen Qingming were also treated inhumanely in prison.At that time, Liu Chuanxin, head of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau, clearly instructed: "Be ruthless with these people, not soft!"

There was a guard who was very cruel to "political prisoners", and people nicknamed him "Bear".He is a sadist who often beats "political prisoners" for trivial matters.At that time, there were many ways to wear handcuffs, including front handcuffs, back handcuffs, and tight handcuffs.Sometimes the handcuffs were so tight that they couldn't be tighter, so he stomped his feet so hard that the handcuffs sank deeply into the flesh of the person being handcuffed, and his wrists swelled up quickly, so he couldn't even see the handcuffs.Some "political prisoners" were handcuffed behind their backs, and they were not even allowed to be fed by others. They had to lie on the ground, eat cornbread, and bury their faces in a basin to drink vegetable soup.The state stipulates that the monthly food standard is 13 yuan and 50 cents, but what I eat every day is only a catty of coarse grains, two small bowls of vegetable soup, and sometimes no salt.The only meat I see every day are maggots and flies.

In the prison, the "political prisoners" who were imprisoned in Bingchen Qingming faced their life in prison with high fighting spirit.In order to prevent eyesight from deteriorating due to the dim light in the prison cell, the eyes look far away from the barred window every day. Upstairs in the "K" building, there are singing voices from time to time: "...the dark clouds cover the sky and cannot last long, but the red sun will shine forever..." The comrades in the neighboring cells also joined in the chorus. There are more and more people in this singing team. There were shouts of scolding and the sound of "cracking" shackles in the corridor...

A “political prisoner” who was imprisoned for writing and copying poems during the Qingming Festival in Bingchen still did not forget to write a poem describing the fascist atrocities during the Qingming Festival: started, The despot's killing machine, hideous stick, Severe spear stabbing, To the unarmed crowd, gradually closed, Every step is approaching. my friend, how can you imagine, you, my naughty childhood companion, He would fall down in a bloody mess! To whom? ! To whom? From your bleeding, torn lobes, With a sharp cry, Down with fascism, Give me back socialism!

A "political prisoner" wrote a poem to encourage himself in prison: There is already a big road leading to the blue sky, why be afraid of the difficulty of going to Shu. Looking at the future with hope, Leng Rui is looking forward to the coming year. Someone used a doggerel to summarize the scene in prison at that time: get up As soon as the bell rang, there was a knock at the door. "Captain" yelled angrily outside the door: "Go to the latrine soon?!" Fang Mao After squatting down for a minute, a light suddenly came on on the wall, With half of the stool left, he gritted his teeth and retracted his stomach.

breakfast Wotou pickled vegetable porridge is better than Xinqiao western food, However, the amount is too small, but it will cause stomach acid. Let the wind go Rarely a few times a year, 20 minutes to let the wind go, And bring the sunshine and air back to the prison as much as possible. dinner Make this "delicious fresh soup" with mud, maggots and rotten vegetables, Wotou is like a stone, specializing in iron stomach and steel intestines. nap Prisoners are really happy, having enough naps every day, It's a pity that I just woke up from this sleep, and my stomach rebelled!

exercise Gritting your teeth and persisting in hard training, standing upright in front of the knife, Laughing at the god of death outside the door: "See you in the execution ground!" On the day of Chairman Mao Zedong's death, the prison was extremely tense, and entered a state of first-level alert to prevent "class enemies" from taking the opportunity to make trouble, change cells for prisoners, and restrict activities.At 4:00 p.m., the prisoners were told to listen to the radio, and a sad voice came: "The great leader of the whole party, the whole army, and the people of all ethnic groups in the country..." The whole Banbuqiao Prison was dead silent, and people felt very complicated at that time, because While Chairman Mao is alive, the Jiang Qing Group dare not mess around, and when Chairman Mao is gone, Jiang Qing and others will start killing people.Zhu Yaping made two kinds of ideological preparations in private. One is that after the death of Chairman Mao, the situation will change, and the correct line within the party will win; the other is that if Jiang Qing and his gang come to power, the consequences will be disastrous...

Every day and every newspaper in October, Zhu Yaping pondered, looking for signs between the lines. On October 18, Zhu Yaping heard the faint sound of gongs and drums in a distant place, and felt very puzzled. October 18 is not a holiday. Why are the people outside as lively as a festival? Could it be...but he dared not think about it.The gongs and drums lasted for three days, and Zhu Yaping couldn't close his eyes for several nights. After reading the newspapers, the situation became more and more clear. The huge victory seemed to be gradually revealing its true colors on Mount Lu in the morning fog.When I saw Lu Xun's article criticizing Dick in the newspaper, I knew it well.

At this time, the guards did not show up often for several days, and the "political prisoners" who were imprisoned around the Ching Ming Festival exchanged passionate poems with each other at the window of the cell. Incredible.The comrades-in-arms are connected in their hearts. Although they don't know each other, the meaning to be expressed can be skillfully understood by the other party with a few lines of ancient poems and Chairman Mao's poems.For example: "There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers."

At 8:30 p.m. on the 22nd, it was time for the routine simulcast program. As soon as the loudspeaker was turned on, the entire cell held its breath.The excited voice of the announcer made people's hearts jump wildly, "Great news!...'Gang of Four'...Wang, Zhang, Jiang, Yao..." Under the dim red light in the cell, some people Tears rolled down his cheeks. Zhu Yaping stood up and held on to the cell door, trying to hear more clearly. As soon as the broadcast was over, the whole "K" building suddenly boiled, and all the "political prisoners" jumped up from the ground and screamed. Cheers, tears flow together. The "political prisoners" pounded hard on the walls and iron gates. The rumbling iron gates seemed to merge with the sound of drums and gongs in Tiananmen Square...

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, exciting songs, slogans, applause, and sobs have been heard from every prison cell unprecedentedly... The "political prisoners" in each cell knocked on the cell door at the same time.Every barred window was crowded with human heads and twinkling eyes, and the "political prisoners" shouted slogans in unison: "Down with the Gang of Four!" The slogans continued one after another: "Hang Jiang Qing!" "Hang Zhang Chunqiao!" "The party has won!" The people have won!" The sharp and loud voice broke through the night sky of the prison area... The prisoners shouted slogans together, clapped their hands, and finally the majestic "Internationale" sounded, and all the "political prisoners" joined in the chorus, and the singing merged into a majestic "thunder" that echoed over the prison area.Prison staff were panicked by the singing and slogans one after another, "Don't shout!" "Don't knock on the door!" This hoarse shout caused people to burst into laughter.In an instant, they forgot that they were in a prison cell, as if they had merged with the millions of people in Tiananmen Square, and walked freely into a new era and a new life... That night, Xu Xiao suffered from insomnia, and Zheng Hongdan also suffered from insomnia. "Only when you keep your eyes open all night, you can repay your life without raising your eyebrows." Red flags, smiling faces, and singing were still flying in front of their eyes and ears... They imagined this victory over and over again. Designing their own future life, their thoughts are running like uncontrollable horses... They wish they could walk out of the prison and fly back to the blue sky and white clouds at dawn...