More than seventy years of life passed away like a dream.Such dreams are not always as light and beautiful as "a moment in spring is worth a thousand gold".Sometimes it is inevitable that there will be turbulent waves and scenes of dragons and snakes dancing.Anyway, my life passed like a dream. Do you have nostalgia for these dreams?It should be said that there are.When people get old, they often like to recall the past.There is no exception in ancient and modern China and abroad.Of course I cannot be an exception.What the British often say about "the lovely old days" really speaks to my heart.The past time, recalling it, is indeed wonderful and lovely. "At that time, it was only ordinary." However, once recalled, it often feels wonderful and has endless aftertaste.I am often caught in the memory of the past.

However, it never occurred to me to transfer these light dreams or nightmares from memory to paper.I've never felt such a need.I was just lying on my pillow alone in the dead of night, letting the lost life replay in front of my eyes one after another, as if I had become a bystander, taking pleasure in it.The lost life cannot be returned, and there is no need to return.However, recalling such a life, I realize that I have survived in this way. I have come across the Yangguan Avenue and the small single-plank bridge. I have gone through ups and downs. Until today, I can still live in this world and Looking back on the past, isn't this a great happiness? 

It’s just that in the last year or two, some friends who are younger than me have repeatedly suggested to me to write something like an autobiography.They believe that an intellectual like me has lived to an almost octogenarian age, and the seventy-year-old age has long been left behind, and has gone through several eras; it is also a rare opportunity in Chinese history.I am afraid that there are not too many intellectuals who have experienced my experience in the past.My experience of the vicissitudes of the world and the understanding of human conditions and the state of the world, I am afraid there are many things that others can learn from.Most young intellectuals today, and even many middle-aged intellectuals, cannot understand it.Sometimes when I talk to them about the past, they often stare wide-eyed, as if listening to "Arabian Nights".Therefore, their opinion is that I should write out these experiences, not to be too "selfish", and just keep them in my mind for my own taste and enjoyment.This should be said to be the responsibility of my generation and cannot be shirked.

I consider their opinion and think it is correct.Personally speaking, I was born at the turn of summer and autumn in the year of the 1911 Revolution, only a little over a month before October 10th.During this period of time, I was a subject of the Qing emperor, so I can probably be regarded as a "leftover child".When I was very young, I heard the word "chao ting", which means the emperor of the Qing Dynasty.In my fantasy, the "imperial court" is a thing that is neither human, nor god, nor dragon, nor snake, but it is human, god, dragon, and snake.As soon as the last "court" abdicated, Yuan Shikai came immediately, followed by a scuffle between warlords.In Chixian Shenzhou, demons danced wildly.When I was three years old, the First World War broke out.I know nothing about it.I don't know much about the May 4th Movement, only the change from classical Chinese to vernacular is new.In primary and junior high school, I marched and demonstrated with older children, burned Japanese and British goods, and my emotions were crazy.In high school, when the Kuomintang rule began, it was another kind of demons dancing wildly, a group of demons within the Kuomintang.When I was in college, Japanese militarists were ready to move. After the "September 18th Incident", I went to Nanjing to appeal on a hunger strike with my classmates from Tsinghua University.It was the first and last time in my life to see Chiang Kai-shek.During the period of studying abroad, the "July 7th Incident" occurred, and half of the country fell under the iron hooves of foreign invaders.My hometown was occupied by foreign bandits a long time ago, making it impossible for me to return home. "When you have a home and haven't got it, the cuckoo will cry to your ears."I was wandering in a foreign land, and I couldn't hear the cuckoo's chirping. What I heard was the bomber's chirping in the sky, accompanied by the rumbling of my stomach.Sometimes I heard Hitler barking like a mad dog on the radio.Eight years passed like this. "Fenghuolian is eight years old, and his family letter is worth 100 million gold."Not a single letter from home worth 100 million gold was received.The war is finally over.I stayed in Switzerland for nearly half a year, went through a lot of hardships, and returned to the motherland via France and Vietnam.In addition to the carnival, the catastrophe has not retreated, and after three years of crazy inflation, finally ushered in liberation.In addition to the greater carnival, I know that the road is not always paved with roses, and sometimes it is inevitable that there will be violent winds and waves.In this way, ups and downs, ups and downs, I have lived to this day, dying of old age.

Such a rich and complex experience is not available to everyone.And in a sense, these experiences are also very valuable.Experience and lessons can be learned from it, and it will be beneficial to others and yourself.If I keep it secret, I will indeed be suspected of being "selfish".Therefore, I am determined to follow other people's advice, change my previous thinking, and write down my life experience realistically.I especially emphasize the word "seeking truth from facts", because writing an autobiography is not about engaging in literary creation, letting your own fantasies run freely.I write my autobiography, only the facts.Whether this can also be written as a literary work, I don't care here.There are quite a few great writers in ancient and modern China and abroad who have written their autobiography as a literary creation.Germany's greatest poet Goethe is one of them.His Dichtungund Wahrheit ("Poetry and Truth") can be proved.I personally think that great writers can, but I can't.I have Wahrheit here, not Dichtung.

However, such a complex work must not be done in one fell swoop.I still have a lot of work to do, and I don't have much free time, so I can only solve it in sections.I have divided my seventy years of life into eight stages: 1. Hometown period 2. When I was in middle school in Jinan 3. Tsinghua University and middle school teacher period 4. Ten years in Germany 5. On the Eve of Liberation Sixties, 1950s and 1960s 7. Miscellaneous Memories of the Cowshed 8. After 1978 In 1988, I wrote two drafts, four and seven, on and off.Now sort out the four "ten years of staying in Germany" and let it take my blessings to the world! Pu Xueqin as a masterpiece:

no nonsense half bitter tears The author is not crazy People understand that the taste is more than a wedge.