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is my elementary school graduation photo taken in July 1953 with
all students, teachers and staff. It was a boarding
school catering to the offspring's of martyrs and soldiers.
I
had fought
hard to leave
home to
attend this boarding school
in Fuzhou,
for I wanted
to be able
to ride buses
that would be
traveling all night.
(Fuzhou was
about 10 hours's
bus ride at
the bus speed
of that time,
and it had
to travel at
night for fear
of air raid
from Taiwanese air
forces.)
When I
was in that
boarding school,
at age 11,
in 1952,
I wrote poems
about becoming a
pilot in the
blue sky high
above,
and I told
my classmates that
I wanted to
grow up to
be a great
writer like Maksim
Gorky.
At that time,
Mao was still
in good terms
with the Soviet,
and Soviet
idols were everywhere.
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那时，我们当然是年轻的。没有白发，也不用涂雪花膏。不知深浅，却也没有负担。我呢，最小最调皮的，没有红领巾，却“喜欢读课外书”（应老师语）。拍照的时候，我央求雪薇挪过去，让健飞坐到我旁边来。那时没有歧视，没有斗争，真正是革命大家庭，真正是明朗的天。因此，全班同学的名字我都记住，老师也只忘了两个。五十年过去了。命运、岁月、革命，不晓得在我们脸上和心里刻上了多少刀。望着这张灿烂的旧照片，多想问你们一声：老师同学们，别来应无恙？
庄燕南 复制并写于2002年2月26日
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