我背着三岁的妹妹到公社去玩,一长溜人正从公社院子里推推搡搡地出来,花脸大叔走在最前面,奇怪的是他的脸苦着,胸前挂着一块大大的纸牌,上面有四个字,每个字上都用红墨水划一个“×”。就在队伍的最末端,我发现了父亲。父亲慢腾腾地走着,看起来有点心不在焉。我有点怕他,便没有叫他,他也就没发现我。队伍继续往前走,一路高呼着口号,看起来像一列搬食的蚂蚁,逶迤绕过一口 I was carrying a three-year-old sister to the commune to play, a long slipped from the commune yard pushing out shy, faceless uncle walking in the front, it is strange that his face is suffering, hung a big chest Of the cards, there are four words, each word with a red ink to draw a “x”. At the very end of the team, I found my father. My father walked slowly, looks a bit absentminded. I was a little afraid of him, he did not call him, he also did not find me. The team continued to move forward, shouting slogans all the way, looks like a list of moving ants, swaddle around