1, That night in middle August, 1966 when I decided to leave home to catch other classmates and step on the way so-called "Revolutionary Great Chuanlian"(Chuanlian is Pinyin, means to free travel all over China to spread flame during "Wenge"), my mother handed me a wool jumper with a deep sigh: "Go ahead towards your way..... " I could see the dark clouds on her face, but didn't know the real situation my father was facing then. I only knew that I was not a "Red Guard" yet up to that time since my father who was being interrogated by those "Revolutionary sodilders".... I was so excited by the feelings of touring all over the strange places I wanted whithout any adult as company, that I even didn't say "goodbye" to my father before left. Since then, I could never see my dearest father again!

2, One and half months later when I managed to come back home from so called "Great Chuanlian", I bumped into one by one strange glance from the old faces when I ented that Military Courtyard where we had lived for 12 years. People tried to leave me as I mere a lucifer. The on duty guard soldier standing at the gate even hesitated to reject me in. However, he ceased when he met my pique. I knew the reason that my father died one week ago due to heavy persecuting by so-called "Red Insurrectionist" in Army and hereafter, we his children was put into the hell from the heaven! I raised my head with a disparaging smile and then went into the big military courtyard towards my home and my mother......