笔者与照相机的关系,可谓“历史”悠长。大约在上世纪60年代末,“文化大革命”正如火如荼的时候,因为学校“停课闹革命”而自己又无资格参加“革命”组织,加上年纪小(十二三岁),只好整天窝在家里;而父亲则因被“打倒”也常常在家闷坐。那时家里很少有人登门,只有父亲厂子里的一位工人,大概二三十岁的年纪,时常到我家来聊聊。父亲跟他谈了些什么,我已记不清了,大概都是些厂子里的事:倒是他随身携带的一 The author’s relationship with the camera can be described as “history” long. Around the time of the “Cultural Revolution” in the late 1960s, the “Revolutionary Revolutionary Organization” was not eligible because of the “suspension of classes and revolutions” in schools. As a result, the young (12 or 13 years old) At home, while his father was often “torn down” and often bored at home. At that time, there were very few people at home, only a worker in his father’s factory, about the age of twenty or thirty, often came to my house to talk about. What did my father talk to him, I can not remember, probably all the things in the factory: it touches him to carry a