“文化大革命”开始那年我十一岁。这样的年龄,尚不至于生出红卫兵的狂热,又不是完全地懵懂无知,恰可做一个好奇而不无恐惧的旁观者。思辨是不属于那个年龄的,记忆却是格外清晰,尤其是对血腥的打人场面记得极真切。我亲眼见过所住街道上的一个大叔被一群男人女人用拳脚和皮带打死,据说这是个居委会的负责人,多年来却隐瞒了地主出身。也亲眼看到过一个因不堪凌辱而自缢的“走资 ”Cultural Revolution “ began that year I was eleven years old. Such an age is not enough to give birth to the fanatics of the Red Guards, nor to completely ignorant ignorance, but to be a curious but not fearless spectator. Speculation is not that age, the memory is exceptionally clear, especially for the bloody beating scenes remember very real. I have seen with my own eyes an uncle living in the street who was beaten by fists and belts by a group of men and women. It is said that this is the person in charge of the neighborhood committee and has for many years concealed the origin of the landowners. Also witnessed a due to shame and self-willed ”capital