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近日与挚友相聚,谈及七十年代的不正常日子,悠悠往事象开闸的库水滔滔不绝。记忆犹新的是,人们竟能将白的说成黑的,好的说成坏的,朋友成了敌人,文化知识成了一个人灾祸的根源……,耐不住凌辱的悬梁或服毒自尽了,死了还落得个“自绝于革命群众,死有余辜”的罪名。那时候,干的不如不干的,守纪遵法的不如捣乱的。特别令人气愤的是,那些胸无大志不学无术之徒,倒成了人上人,可以指挥一切。那些满腹经纶忧国忧民的有识之士,在迷惘、惆怅和折磨中生活着。追忆起来怎不叫人痛心疾首!
Recently, I met with my best friends and talked about the abnormal days of the 1970s. What is fresh in mind is that people can actually say white to black, good to bad, friends to become enemies, and cultural knowledge has become the root cause of one’s calamity. And dead also ended up as “guilty of the revolutionary masses, dead more than innocent” charges. At that time, it is better to do things better than obeying rules and discipline. What is particularly annoying is that those who have no desire to know what to do and who have no desire to do anything will be forced to command everything. Men of insight who are full of economy and concern for the world, live in confusion, melancholy, and torture. Remembered how sad!