常读到一些经历过“文革”期间人们的零零星星、片片断断回忆文章。总是以调侃、戏说的曲笔诉说着“文革”的苦难,藏苦涩与悲愤于一笑之中。关于往事,关于成长,关于笑和泪,甚至那些平淡琐碎的点点滴滴,都在静默的时光中,绝代的风华,或者真我的风采,让回头的怀旧者展颜轻笑,心潮翻涌。只想在那一刻拽住梦影流年的裙角、那些故事、那些支离玻碎的片断感触。 Often read some people who experienced “Cultural Revolution” during the sporadic, piecemeal recall articles. Always ridicule, telling the song tells the story of “Cultural Revolution ” misery, possession of bitter and indignant smile. About the past, about growth, about laughter and tears, and even those trivial trivial bits and pieces, all in silence, the elegance of the times, or my style, so nostalgia naughty look back, craze. Just want to grab at that moment dream skirts skirts, those stories, those who break the broken glass feeling.