上个世纪五十年代初的一天清晨,天蒙蒙亮,突然一阵敲门声,敲响了我们家的门,父母以为是土匪来了,父亲来不及多想,也没有时间让他多想,一头钻进了牛圈旁的草堆里。母亲一边忙着用稻草掩盖父亲的身子,一边答应“莫(不)敲,来了”。她颤抖着开了门,见眼下是几个青年人,其中一个个子单高,身着中山服,面带微笑,约莫20多岁。 One morning in the early 1950s, it was dawn and a sudden knock on the door knocked the door of our house. My parents thought it was banditry. My father had no time to think about it and had no time for him to think about it. Into the cattle ring beside the heap. Mother was busy with straw to cover up his father’s body, while promised “Mo (no) knock, came ”. She trembled open the door, see now is a few young people, one by one tall, dressed in a suit of Zhongshan, with a smile, about more than 20 years old.