On August 23, 1966, Lao She, who was in extremely poor physical condition, insisted on going to work in the Literary Association despite dissuasion. According to the famous poet Zang Kejia, a small blood vessel on the trachea of Lao She was ruptured, and he often vomited blood. At about three o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, a group of middle school students rushed into the compound of the Literary Association and dragged Xiao Jun, Duanmu Hongliang, Haoran and other writers into the compound. They took the roll call, and the people who called them quickly went out to the square to queue up, and after being beaten, they hung a sign around their necks. Lao She was the first writer to receive the title of "People's Artist" and the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and was also treated the same way. Slightly different, he was the last to be pulled out. After arriving at the Confucius Temple, he was driven off the bus by random sticks, like cattle and horses. They were all ordered to lie on their stomachs and form a large circle, with lit costumes, props, etc. in the middle. This is "breaking the four olds", and they are about to become the object of "breaking".
Today, it is difficult for us to imagine that Lao She, who returned to China from the United States as soon as he learned that Beijing was about to be liberated, became the first writer in New China to be awarded the title of "People's Artist". Female writer Cao Ming stood up and pointed at Lao She and said: I exposed that Lao She sold the copyright of "Camel Xiangzi" to the Americans, not for yuan but only US dollars, he is a traitor to the country! Cao Ming herself later confirmed that no one had beaten Lao She before she said this sentence, and after saying this sentence, everyone rushed up.
Lao She's eyes flashed a sharp light, he took the sign off his body, threw the sign out, and shouted with tears in his heart: I am not a traitor, I have nothing to explain! This move required great courage, and Lao She became the first literati to rebel. At that time, many literati were slandered, but they chose to be patient. Translator Fu Lei chose to commit suicide more than a month later, but he did not make such an "out of line" move.
The sign that Lao She threw out smashed into a female student. The female student shouted: Lao She beat someone, he dared to resist, he is the current "anti**". More than a dozen or twenty female students hugged up, punching and kicking, sticking and sticking.
Pity this people's artist, pity this patient who has just been discharged from the hospital and has not yet recovered, pity this 67-year-old man with a broken candle, beaten by them all over the body and blood.
It was not until two o'clock in the morning the next day that Lao She was picked up by Mrs. Hu Yuqing and returned home. At that time, Lao She's face was covered with blood, and his body was blue and purple, and there was almost no good place. That night, Lao She barely spoke, and his eyes sometimes revealed anger and pain that he had never seen before. "Who gave them the power? Why would they dare to do this! Lao She didn't think through this problem, or suddenly figured it out.
Lao She dragged his scarred body away from home and lied about going to work in Wenlian. Before leaving the gate, Lao She walked to the window of her three-year-old beloved granddaughter and solemnly said goodbye to her. Lao She summoned the little granddaughter out, leaned down, took her little hand, and gently and slowly said to her: "Talk to Grandpa again- see ——! The little girl looked at Grandpa strangely, not understanding what was wrong with Grandpa today, why did he want to spit out word by word. Many years later, she realized that Grandpa was saying goodbye to this world and this world.
After a long period of reflection, Lao She finally made the decision to sink himself. Not only to wash away the humiliation inflicted on oneself, but also to warn the world of the world with death. At that time, he hoped that after his death, people's fanatical hearts would cool down and the disaster would not spread.
Soon after, the people of the Literary Association received a notice: the writer Shu Sheyu cut himself off from the people. After giving and giving, Lao She finally fulfilled his promise and gave his life to the people. Today, Taiping Lake has long been filled in, with high-rise buildings and highway subways built on it. Do people who do not know whether they live here or pass by here occasionally remember that one of the most outstanding writers in Beijing once sank himself here with his death?
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