“三十而立”,古人这么说。六十年代初出生的朋友们,在你们满三十岁的时候,会想些什么呢? 三年自然灾害使我们的兄长先天不足,我们却很幸运,没尝到挨饿的滋味。当我们三、四岁时,文化大革命的枪炮声就震撼着我们幼小的心灵。我们好羡慕大哥哥、大姐姐穿上军装,扎着皮带,威风凛凛,跳起“忠字舞”,浑身充满了力量。我们没能戴上红卫兵袖章,却有幸成为第一批红小兵。 “Thirty and stand”, the ancients say so. What are you going to think of when you were thirty when your three friends were born in the early 1960s? Three years of natural disasters have made our elders inadequate. We are fortunate enough to not have the taste of starving. When we were three or four years old, the gunshots of the Cultural Revolution shocked our young minds. We envy the big brother, big sister wear a military uniform, wearing a belt, majestic, jump “loyalty word dance”, whole body full of strength. We failed to wear Red Guard armbands, but fortunate to become the first Red Army.