Chapter 6 Happy half a year

Everyone knows that there is a happy three miles on Mount Tai.It means that during the arduous climbing, suddenly there is a three-mile-long mountain road, which is flat and easy to walk, and it is very happy, which makes the tired body of the climber feel relaxed immediately, so it is called "Happy Three Miles". The "Cultural Revolution" is undoubtedly an arduous climb, and its level of hardship and thrill far exceeds that of climbing the Nantian Gate of Mount Tai.I, too, inevitably became a climber of this revolution.But for a period of about half a year from the second half of 1966 to the first half of 1967, I felt that although the road under my feet was not completely smooth, it was easier to walk up.Although the whole country and the whole school were swept by an earth-shattering and huge storm, the sky was still sunny above my head for the time being.After passing through the first storm, I got a chance to breathe, and I was very happy, and I was walking my own happy three miles.

I used to know only that some philosophers liked to discuss the question of man's place in the universe, and that was related to the question of man's place in society.I have never cared about my own position in society.After liberation, the situation changed.Political campaigns followed one another.In every political movement, everyone has a question of their place in the movement.Roughly speaking, status can be divided into two categories: those who punish and those who are punished.Subdivided, it is much more complicated.And this position is not static.As the movement progressed, teams continued to divide and regroup.The perpetrator can become the perpetrator, and the perpetrator can also become the perpetrator.Some people were punished or were punished in this campaign, and their status is reversed in the next campaign.People's status is ever-changing, just like Zhuge Wuhou's eight formations, which is dazzling and confusing.

During the "Cultural Revolution", I was of course very concerned about my position.The hat issue I talked about above is actually a status issue.My position has been suspended in the air for a long time, and I am always muttering in my heart, restless.Later, I gradually discovered that I had not been classified as a conflict between the enemy and ourselves.With this, I feel relieved.I'm still "the people" and that's the big deal for me.So I played the sign of the people and became happy.You must know that at that time, between the contradictions between the enemy and ourselves and the contradictions among the people, and between the people and the so-called "counter-revolutionaries", there was a gap as wide as it was wide and as deep as it was deep.If you are on the side of the divide, on the side of the people, many things are easy to handle. Even if you do one thing wrong or say a wrong sentence, it is considered a mistake made by accident, and it is not a big deal.However, if you are rowed to the opposite bank and become an enemy, you will have infinite troubles. Even if you tuck your tail, be cautious everywhere, and never dare to speak or act rashly; Words, such as saying "capitalism" as "socialism" or vice versa, will inevitably be raised to the level of counter-revolution, become the current counter-revolution, and be criticized.

But in whose hands is the power to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and to distinguish between two types of contradictions of different nature?I really can't tell.My mind is simple and I can't figure it out.Although I am temporarily on this side of the chasm, I feel like I am walking a tightrope. If I am not careful, I can fall down and fall to the other side of the chasm.That would be tantamount to falling into hell and never being able to stand up again. I used to be the head of the Department of Oriental Languages.By this time, of course, it was no longer the case.Is dismissal?Is it dismissal?No one can figure it out, and there's no need to figure it out anyway. "Revolution is not guilty, rebellion is justified", this was the course of action at that time.As for what is "revolution" and what is "rebellion"?No one went to ask.Even the dignified president of the country can be pulled out to criticize without going through any laws.My little head of the department is nothing more than a sesame seed or a mung bean, and of course it's not a problem.However, although I have lost that little black gauze hat which is not worth a few pennies, I have not been put on other hats on my head, so I can comfort myself.

At this time, the school had already dispatched the military propaganda team of "Supporting the Left".Each department has several PLA soldiers and officers.The "rebel faction" in the department also formed a leadership team.How did the rebels arise?As far as the Department of Oriental Languages ​​is concerned, the situation is roughly like this: some teachers and students who claim to be well-born, resolutely implement the "class line" and form a rebel faction. They wrap a red cloth around their arms, and they are considered revolutionaries. symbols of.The so-called good background refers to poor and lower-middle peasants, revolutionary martyrs, revolutionary cadres, and workers.These people have good roots, are red all over, leading the revolution, and it is their duty to do so.Another group of people were those who opposed Lu Ping in the social education movement.Their consciousness is high, and it is logical to lead the revolution now.As far as I remember, people who wear red armbands seem to be limited to the first kind of people.As soon as the armband is worn, the whole body is red, and the face is even more red. When he walks, he walks high and strides, majestic and majestic.Why the second kind of people can't wear red armbands, I don't know.This is an internal matter of their revolutionaries and has nothing to do with me, so I don't have to worry about it anymore.I am surprised that no one seems to have put on a badge and pretended to be a revolution like Ah Q did back then.This also shows how high the consciousness of these revolutionaries is.Only the children of revolutionary cadres are a bit mysterious.Although they are more pretentious than others, armbands must be made of red silk, others can only wear red cloth; but their status is not stable enough.Today their parents, brothers and sisters are still in power, so they can stand out from the crowd and show off their power; tomorrow when these people fall down—it was very easy to fall down at that time—their children will immediately become "gangster sons" and stand aside in despair.

The so-called opposition to Lu Ping refers to the social education movement in 1964. Under the influence of ultra-left ideas, some faculty members and students of Peking University believed that Comrade Lu Ping, the party secretary and president at the time, had serious problems and implemented a capitalist law. The line of restoration is the line of revisionism.So they gathered together to report, and for a while, the garden was full of wind and rain, and the atmosphere was smoky.My level was extremely low, and I was also poisoned by extreme leftism, so I wholeheartedly participated in the movement.The more it was exposed, the more frightening it became, thinking that Peking University was completely rotten.I do these stupid things in a very pious mood, imagining that I am defending the so-called revolutionary line in this way.I was naive, but to be honest, there really were no personal considerations, no personal plans.Personally speaking, I get along quite well with Lu Ping, and he treats me with kindness but without resentment.However, I was confused for a moment. In order to defend the future of socialism, I must put aside my personal grievances and rise up against him.This was my true thought at the time.Later, the central government came forward to convene an international hotel conference to rehabilitate Lu Ping and call for the unity of the whole school. Those who opposed Lu Ping did not even touch a hair.After reflection, I admitted my mistakes and made self-criticism.In the late autumn of 1965, I went to Nankou Village on the outskirts of Beijing to participate in the social education movement in the countryside.

When it came to the "Cultural Revolution", as I have already talked about above, I went through the first shock and passed the stage of bourgeois reactionary academic authority relatively smoothly.Later, the military propaganda team entered the school, and the cadre team of the Department of Oriental Languages ​​was reorganized.I used to be a person who opposed Lu Ping, so logically I should also be included in the ranks of "revolutionary cadres"; however, it is said that I surrendered to Lu Ping, and my class position is not stable, so I must be excluded.Those few people who stood firm at the International Hotel and refused to admit that they had made any mistakes became real heroes at this time.Some became the heads of the Revolutionary Committee of the Department of Oriental Languages, and some were even promoted to the Revolutionary Committee of the school and became leaders.I have no problem with that.However, I still care about my status.A young revolutionary general who was close to me told me secretly.He saw the internal documents of the military propaganda team, and I was the one who was placed on the "critical line".What is "critical line"?It means that I am placed on the side of the people on the line between the contradictions between the enemy and ourselves and the contradictions among the people.If we take another step forward, we will fall into a conflict between ourselves and the enemy.I was surprised and delighted.Surprisingly, his situation is really dangerous.The joy is that now I seem to be standing on the side of the white line of the Yin-Yang boundary on Mount Tai. If I walk an inch forward, I will fall into the Black Dragon Pool under the cliff.

At this time, the national revolutionary series has begun.Anyway, it doesn't cost money to take the train.As a result, all kinds of people from all over the country traveled everywhere under the banner of "revolution".All the stations are full of people.As long as you have the strength and a little bit of savagery, you can climb over the human wall through the car window, climb into the car, and go wherever you want to go.Someone above called for it, this is the revolution, this is the lighting of the torch.As a result, the country was in chaos, and everything was turned upside down.Some people say that this is called "disrupting the enemy".A school of nonsense, appalling.I messed up myself.If there were any enemies, they would just bang their hats and celebrate.I have a low consciousness, and I firmly believe in this set.

Peking University was originally the birthplace of the "Cultural Revolution".At this time, it has become a holy land of revolution.The number of pilgrims who come to Yanyuan every day through the Great Series is many times higher than that at the beginning of the "Cultural Revolution".This group of people who came is said to be someone's guests.Not only come to see, but also come to live and eat.How dare Peking University neglect!Each department wholeheartedly entertained them, and took charge of a building full of "guests".Since I myself have been allowed to stay on this side of the critical line, in order to show gratitude and show my loyalty, I am more motivated and on duty day and night. The "guest" didn't have a quilt, and other people in my department carried quilts from home.Pushing the water truck every day, turning on the water for "guests".I saw that the "guests" lacked washbasins, so I paid out of my own pocket and bought twenty of them.Looking at the brand-new washbasin, I was very happy.

However, as the saying goes, the world is always unhappy.I was happy too soon, too far.The young revolutionary generals, and of course some lieutenant generals, didn't seem to appreciate it.New quilts, as long as they cover them for a few nights, are always unrecognizable, the cotton is ripped out, and the quilt is torn.Looking back at the washbasin, it is even more short of breath.It has only been used for a few days, and the basin is already full of scars, which is horrible.At first, I really entertained these "guests" from the bottom of my heart, but the "guests" were like this. I felt like I had been slapped severely on the head.

After a period of time, probably too many people came to Beijing, and some places even stopped production and tourism. If we don't catch them, there will be a huge crisis.I don't know which organization made the decision to persuade the blind people who came to Beijing to return to their original areas and work units, where they "grasp the revolution and promote production."The military propaganda team of Peking University also accepted this task.Of course, the Department of Oriental Languages ​​is also responsible for part of the division of labor, going to places outside the school where the most foreigners live to persuade.Under the leadership of the military propaganda team, we first went to the Xiyi Hotel closest to the school to persuade.Where will those outsiders who have tasted the sweetness leave automatically?So persuasion, debate, sometimes very heated debate.It made my mouth dry and I had to swallow my breath.Finally achieved some results, and the outsiders gradually left here and went back home. Transfer from Xiyi Hotel to the National Weather Service a little further away.Persuasion, debate, and heated debate are still here, and everything is similar to that in Xiyi Hotel.However, here I was an eye-opener.First of all, the big-character posters here are really good.I have read thousands of big-character posters, and after looking at them, I feel that they are all very general. My nerves have been numb, and I can no longer feel anything new.The big-character posters and big slogans here are really accurate, clear and vivid.Of course there are those general big-character posters.But there are also sudden and earth-shattering ones, such as "chopping up so-and-so", "fried so-and-so" and so on. How vivid and powerful the word "fry" is!It is unforgettable to watch.Is this also learned from the underworld as I said at the beginning of this book?One of the most memorable things is that I witnessed a meeting to criticize capitalist roaders.A car drove up slowly.When the car door opened, a capital-roader in a suit (or a high-end woolen uniform)—probably the director or something—got out of the car, and carefully took out a paper hat from the back seat of the car, which was colorful and strangely shaped , put it on his head.There are many dangling baubles hanging on it, among which a little bastard is particularly eye-catching, swinging in the air with the pace of its owner.He walked into the venue, and there was a burst of slogans immediately, and the mountains and tsunami shook the sky and the earth.Then there is the speech criticism.After all the ceremonies were completed, the capitalist roaders walked out of the venue, walked to the front of the car, took off the laurel crown on their heads—I noticed that the little bastard was still swinging—and carefully put it on the back seat, probably to prepare for another use.He always has a smile on his face.This really baffles me.Where does this smile come from?After "chopping" and "frying" a pass, I can still laugh!This smile is really more incomprehensible than the famous smile on the face of Mona Lisa.My knowledge has been raised to a new level. The task of the Meteorological Bureau was completed, and we went on an expedition to an institution quite far away from Peking University to do the same work.It was already the winter of 1966, and the weather was getting colder.I ride a bike from school to the site every day, and it takes more than an hour to get there after a long journey.In snowy weather, the weather is cold and slippery, and it takes two hours to walk.Eat there at noon.There was no room for us there at all.A canopy is set up in the yard, and eating is here.This canopy can't even cover the wind, let alone the cold air!The food is not hot enough, once it is served in a cold bowl, if you don’t gobble it up to your stomach as quickly as possible, ice will form around the bowl.I think that when Su Wu was herding sheep in Beihai, he probably ate such ice-crumb rice.Is such a life bitter?To say that it is not bitter is against one's will.However, my spirit is still very excited and very happy.In the first revolutionary wave, I was not classified as a capitalist roader, and now I am still wandering in the revolution and among the people. This is really a great happiness, and I should be satisfied. After a few days like this, the climax of visiting Beijing to join forces from other places gradually passed, and the "revolutionary masses" who came to Beijing from other places gradually left Beijing.The task of our persuasion can be said to be successfully completed, so the class teacher returned to school. After returning to school, there are still things that I will never forget and are quite happy about.The first is the election of Haidian District People's Representatives.In China, the people's congress is a three-level system, the lowest level is the district and county people's congress, which is composed of representatives directly elected by voters.The district and county people's congresses then elect deputies to the provincial and municipal people's congresses.Finally, the provincial and municipal people's congresses elect deputies to form the highest level, the National People's Congress.Although district and county representatives are nominally low, they are actually elected by voters, which best embodies true democracy and has the most intense competition.Before the "Cultural Revolution", I served as a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference for several sessions and a representative of the Beijing Municipal People's Congress.Haidian District People's Congress election also participated in several times.At that time, I really never thought that it would not be easy to vote!This election was held after the initial storm of the "Cultural Revolution".Many "people" who used to have the right to vote have now become capitalist roaders, and accordingly they have been squeezed out of the scope of the "people" and lost their votes.I was fortunate enough to remain among the people, and thus to preserve the right to vote.When I saw my name on the red list, those three words were shining brightly, as if protruding out.I am afraid that the happiness I felt when I was "nominated on the gold list" in the age of emperors will not surpass my happiness now. Only now do I realize that what I thought was easy to get is hard-won!On the day of voting, I put on new clothes and stood among the "people", the red ballot in my hand was as heavy as a catty.I was so ecstatic.I know I haven't become like the untouchables in India.No one is afraid that I stepped on his shadow.The taste of happiness overflowed my heart, and I savored it for many days. There is another incident that also brought me great joy, and left me with memories that will never be forgotten.In a harvest season.The "revolutionary" teachers and students of the Department of Oriental Languages ​​were sent to a village near Nanyuan to assist in the wheat harvest under the leadership of the military propaganda team.I remember that it rained a lot that year.I lived there for more than ten days, and it rained almost every day.The rain didn't last long, almost in a blink of an eye.But it also created a lot of trouble.During the day, we carried the bundled wheat back to the village from the wheat field, spread it on the wheat field, waited for it to dry, and then beat out the wheat grains.When the rain came, we panicked and covered the wheat with tarpaulins.As soon as the rain is over and the sun rises, the tarpaulin will be removed.Sometimes a day is busy for several hours.Especially when it rained at night, we got up immediately and ran to the field to cover ourselves with tarpaulins. We were sweating profusely, and then we were soaked by the rain, but none of the farmers came out.At that time, they were eating a big pot of rice in the people's commune leading to heaven, and no one was willing to work hard.A "old nine" like me, who is ready to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants at any time, really can't figure it out.What do such people use to educate us?And when I think of those novels that are popular for a while and raise the level of peasants' consciousness to an astonishing height, I feel that the author is changing the direction of the wind and has ulterior motives.Since then, I have never read such a novel again. I mixed among the "people", and my enthusiasm was particularly high.I go to the wheat field to carry bundles of wheat during the day. I am "General Han Xin, the more the better", the number of bundles I carry will never be lower than that of a young man.Therefore, after returning to school, I was very happy to be praised in public by the department.However, life in Nanyuan cannot be said to be comfortable.After working all day during the day, the body is very tired.Sleep at night in a big warehouse.The ground is densely covered with floor coverings, and the area occupied by a person can only accommodate a person.There are a lot of mosquitoes in the countryside, and everyone else brings mosquito nets and mosquito repellent oil.I was alone and had nothing with me.At night, other people put down their tents, so that mosquitoes can't get in.My place alone is completely open, so all the mosquitoes crowded to my place, the sound of mosquitoes was like thunder, and the attack was like rain.I became the filial son in the old story, bitten on behalf of my parents.When I woke up in the morning, I had bruises all over my body, and I had no complaints.Moreover, life is not monotonous, and there are also interesting episodes from time to time.For example, one day, when we were carrying wheat sheaves in the wheat field, we suddenly found a little hare.So everyone put down their work and chased after the rabbit one after another.No matter how fast the rabbit hopped, we were outnumbered, and finally broke one of the little rabbit's legs, and the little rabbit was captured without a fight.In addition, some people like to eat snakes.One day he caught one, and immediately ran back to the village, found a place with a fire, burned the snake, killed it on the spot, and swallowed it.Couldn't these trivial things, which can't be more small, also add a little color to the tablet's life and bring a little happiness? This is how I spent a happy half a year.