周秉德至今还记得那次中南海春藕斋的周末舞会。“伯父风度翩翩,只要他一到场,几乎再没办法在场外落座。”伯父微笑着揽住她的背踩着音乐在舞池旋转。“跳得还行,你乐感可以。”听到伯父的夸奖,小秉德兴奋得有点飘飘然,可马上伯父又略带歉意地说:“转到那边你就下去吧,让别的同志跟我跳,看,好多人在排队。”望着伯父和别人跳舞的背影,看着排着长队的人群,小小年纪的周秉德突然明白:她这个伯父不仅仅是属于家人的。 Zhou Bingde still remembers the weekend dance of Chunniaozhai in Zhongnanhai. “Uncle handsome, as long as he is present, almost no way out of the stadium. ” Uncle smiled and embraced her back music on the dance floor spin. “Jump okay, you can feel music. ” Heard the compliment of the uncle, Xiao Bingde excited a little bit smug, but immediately uncle and said apologetically: “go over there you go, let Other comrades jumped at me and saw a lot of people lining up. ”" Looking at the back of my uncle dancing to others and looking at the long queues of people, Zhou Bingde, a very young age, suddenly realized that her uncle was not only a family member of.