一九七二年底的一个傍晚,冬云重重,天气分外的阴晦。我徘徊在上海长乐路的人行道上,不时地朝着一幢面朝东南的房子打量着,思忖着。一墙之隔,老院长周信芳现在就蜗居在里面。进去看他吧,有点胆怯,他是个“反革命”,而我自己刚从“牛棚”里出来不久,“敌我不分”,是会再进“牛棚”的;不进去吧,他已成了一个孤苦的老人,在这个时候怎能不进去看望他呢!我终于鼓足勇气,敲 One evening in late 1972, heavy winter clouds, the weather exceptionally dark. I lingered on the sidewalk of Changle Road in Shanghai and looked at it from time to time toward a house facing south-east. A wall, the old dean Zhou Xinfang now dwells in it. Go in to see him, a bit timid, he is a “counter-revolution”, and I just came out from the “bullpen” soon, “enemy and I do not divide,” will enter “bullpen” again; do not go in, he has become A lonely old man, at this time, how can I not visit him! I finally summon the courage to knock