我的父亲是位画家,“文革”时被打成反动学术权威,“反省”时造反派给他的工作是为当时演出的革命样板戏打追光,算是“戴罪立功”。那时,他带着还是孩子的我远远地站在角落里,在黑暗之中,父亲手中的灯打到哪里,哪里就会亮起来、活起来、生动起来。我拉着父亲的衣襟,被舞台上梦一般美好的景致、人物、唱腔和故事深深吸引、默默沉醉。尤其是当主角们舒展着身体高高跃起的时候,时间仿 My father was a painter, “Cultural Revolution” was labeled as a reactionary academic authority, “introspection” when the rebel faction to him is to follow the example of the performance of the revolutionary model play chasing light, be regarded as . At that time, he was far away from the corner with me, a child, in the dark where the lights of his father hit, where they would light up, live, and live. I took my father’s skirt, the stage was a dream of the general good scenery, characters, singing and the story is deeply attracted, silently immersed. Especially when the protagonists stretch the body leaping high, time flies