很难想象,1966年9月2日深夜,是怎样一个古怪的夜晚!也许那夜像打翻了墨水瓶,整张稿纸没有一点洁白的地方;也许那夜狂风大作,雷霆万钧,偌大的上海放不下一张平静的书桌;也许那夜花好月园,竹影摇窗,与从前和未来的夜别无二致。然而就在那晚,午夜已过,凌晨刚至,中国最伟大的翻译家傅雷与夫人朱梅馥携手同肩,双双自杀身亡。 It is hard to imagine that at midnight on September 2, 1966, what a weird night! Perhaps the night was like knocking down the ink bottle and there was no white place in the whole manuscript; maybe that night was a storm of wind, a thunderbolt, a huge Shanghai No more than a quiet desk; maybe that night spent Moon Garden, bamboo shakes the window, and the night before and in the same night. However, just after midnight passed by midnight and arrived early in the morning, Fu Lei, China’s greatest translator, and his wife Zhu Mei-fu joined hands to kill themselves both.