十年前的我,现在看来相当的幼稚,甚至有点可笑。因为年轻,所以不谙世事,但心里却涌动着一种渴望,一种冲动。在中山路一条小巷的三间瓦房里,我与祖母相依为命。那时,因为经常面对,结识了一位提着工具箱走街串巷为人理发的老头。人们说他孤苦无依,我却羡慕他的自由,不用替人担心,也不必被人约束。后来我才知道,他本是规矩的乡村教员,当年被错划为右派时,妻儿离他而去。 Ten years ago, I now seem rather naive and even a bit ridiculous. Because of his youth, he is not guilty of the world, but his heart is filled with a desire, an impulse. In the three tile houses in a small alley on Zhongshan Road, I and my grandmother depended on each other. At that time, because of the constant confrontation, I met an old man who was carrying a toolbox and walking people on the street. People said that he was alone and I was envious of his freedom. I didn’t have to worry about people or be restrained. Later I learned that he was a regular rural teacher. When he was misclassified as a rightist, his wife and children left him.