“四害”横行、天昏地黑的日子里,在干校劳累一天,晚上并不一定能得到好睡,更深半夜常常会突然醒来,从杭州湾传来的阵阵浪涛,隐约可闻。于是许多往事涌上心头,三十年代文艺界的一些老同志、老朋友的音容笑貌,一个接肴一个地显现在雪白的帐顶上。有的知道早已含冤去世,不在人间了;有的听说还处于“四人帮”爪牙的魔掌之中, “Four pests ” rampant, days and nights of dark days, tired day in the dry school, the night does not necessarily get a good night sleep, but often wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, waves coming from Hangzhou Bay waves, vaguely smell. So many things in my heart, some of the thirties literary and art circles of old comrades, old friends sound and smile, a dish appearing on top of the snowy account. Some people knew that they had passed away long ago, not in the world; some have heard that they are still in the clutches of the “gang of four”