多年来,一直有朋友要求我写父亲的晚年生活。父亲被打成“右派”那年,我乃将入小学的七龄蒙童,可以说,是父亲的遭遇促成了我的早熟。半个世纪过去,我已进入知命之年,对那段生活却仍然记忆犹新。 投诸闲散,冷暖自知 数年前,我意外发现一份 30年代父亲的一位长辈给他批的八字,其 For years, my friend has asked me to write about my father's later life. My father was labeled as the “rightist” that year. I was a child of the age of seven who entered primary school. It can be said that his father's sufferings contributed to my precocity. Half a century has passed, I have entered the life-long year, still remember that period of life still fresh. A few years ago, I accidentally found a 30-year-old father, an elder granted him the character, the