眼前放着我父亲的狱中遗诗的手迹,读诗如见其人。于今诗在人亡。想不到一个热情豪放、为中国革命戏剧运动孜孜不倦奋斗了一生的硬铮铮的汉子,到头来竟惨死在林彪、“四人帮”的魔掌之下!他在临终前曾对看守恳求:“我家里还有个老妈妈,做梦都想到她,你们让我回去看她一眼吧。”回答当然是否定的。同样,我那风烛残年的祖母,也多次要求去看一看她病中的儿子, In front of my father’s prison poetry handwriting, reading poetry as seen. Today’s poem is dead. Can not think of a warm and bold, hard-hitting man who tirelessly struggled for the Chinese revolutionary drama movement in the end actually died in the clutches of Lin Biao, “Four Man ” he pleaded with the guard before his death: “ There’s an old mom, who dreams of her, and you let me go back and look at her. ”The answer of course is no. In the same way, my deceased grandmother, who repeatedly asked to see her sick son,