我认识的老周,是五十八年前的小周。1950年,当我们中央访问团第二分团进抵昆明时,万人空巷的春城大街上,两旁人群的笑脸似簇拥的鲜花相迎。引起我们访问团文艺组同志们关注的有两个人:一位是聂耳的母亲,这当然令我们激动不已,第二天就由云南省文工 I know the old week, is a small week fifty-eight years ago. When the second sub-delegation of our Central Delegation arrived in Kunming in 1950, the smiling faces on both sides of the mass-grown Spring City Avenue greets the flowers. Of course, we were very excited about the fact that two of us, who were the focus of the literary and art group comrades who visited our delegation, were: Nie Er’s mother. The next day,