1928年5月下旬的一天。午后2时,天空乌云翻滚。国民党石门县监狱,四周高墙上横拉着的几道铁丝网被大风刮得“嗞嗞”作响。院子里,两个士兵端着步枪凶神恶煞似的走来走去。牢房内,有人在咒骂,有人在呻吟,有人在喊冤!在西面二楼的一间单人牢房内,一位30来岁的男子蓬头垢面。他软软地靠墙坐在地上,额上冒着冷汗。“绍福!”一个面容有些憔悴的青年妇女提着小竹篮一跨入牢门就亲切地喊道。这是他的妻子唐纯武给他送午饭来了。他点了点头,用右手撑着地面想要站起来,但试了几下都未能成。 One day in late May 1928. At 2 o’clock in the afternoon, the sky clouds rolled. Kuomintang Shimen County Prison, surrounded by a few walls of the barbed wire fence was the wind blowing “嗞 嗞 ” sound. Yard, two soldiers carrying rifles vicious like walking around. Someone was moaning in the cell, someone was moaning, somebody crying for injustice! A 30-year-old man was unkempt in a solo cell on the second floor of the west. He sat softly against the wall with cold sweat on his forehead. “Shaofu!” A face of some haggard young women with bamboo basket into the cell door as soon as he cried. This is his wife Tang Chunwu sent him lunch. He nodded, trying to stand up with his right hand on the ground, but failed a few tries.