我有一只陶瓷茶杯,20多年了,一直没用过。上次搬家从箱底深处将它翻出来,崭新的杯子上印有“上山下乡光荣”六个红字,旁边有一朵红花,红花下有绿色的梯田。看着杯子,耳边响起很热闹的锣鼓声,还有红色的布告、草绳、木箱、新发的军绿棉衣、兴奋或悲伤的眼泪、血书、母亲深夜缝被子时的灯光……1969年8月,北京火车站。父亲从站台的圆柱背后移出来,他顶着“反动权威”的帽子,从牛棚中告假来送我。镜片后边, I have a ceramic cup, 20 years, has never been used. The last move from the bottom of the box it will be turned out, the new cup printed with “go to the mountains glorious ” six red words, next to a saffron, safflower under the green terraces. Watching the cup, the ear is very loud sound of gongs and drums, there are red bulletin, grass rope, wooden box, the new army green coat, tears of excitement or sadness, blood book, mother sewing quilt late at night ... 1969 In August, Beijing Railway Station. My father moved out of the platform’s column behind him. He wore a “reactionary authority” hat and sent me off from the cow shed. Behind the lens