1956年6月13日下午,我懵懵懂懂、伤心又不知所措地被拉上一辆黑色小轿车。小车躲闪着围观的人群。紧跟着爸爸的灵车开动了。我回头看,尾随我们车后的是长长的轿车队伍。我骇然了,是给爸爸送葬?和平日在街上看到的出殡场面不同,送葬的车队没有奏乐、更没有敲锣打鼓,它哀伤、沉重、默默地行进。坐在身边的妈妈绝望地悲泣着。 On the afternoon of June 13, 1956, I was ignorant, sad and overwhelmed by a black car. Car dodge crowd with crowd. Followed by his father’s hearse started. I look back, followed by our car is a long car team. I am aghast, is to give my father a funeral? Peace week in the street to see the funeral scene is different, funeral convoy did not play, but did not beat the drums, it sad, heavy, quietly moving. Sitting mom desperately weeping.