【史海鈎沉】揭秘：毛澤東最恨的就是知識 !【文化視野】

The author, Tie Liu, is one of the founders of the website, Wangshi Weiheng Nanmu, and one of the main authors of the book. The content is about the events that the author personally experienced and saw in the anti-rightist and cultural revolution movement. He said that knowledge is a sin in our time. Mao Zedong hated knowledge. Because with knowledge, there will be thoughts and opinions, and there will be a counter-revolution. If I remember correctly, that was January 1964. As usual, he got up at four o'clock in the morning and climbed up the grass. He carried the footwear and the anti-rightist. Although it was very hard, he did it very seriously. He did it without hesitation. Although the knowledge of the two-handed bowl attack can not be taught to the elderly. He tried his best to separate his legs and do the standard horse riding. He was out of breath and sweating. Then he used his two hands to twist the towel in the basin and wipe it. Then he went to the capital to meet the god and read the Emperor's Inner Sutra with the closed door of Jianshe. This book has been with him for several years. I don't know how many times I have read it back and forth. I can almost recite it back and forth. But I still can't get enough of it. In fact, in prison, in addition to Marxism and Maoism, Other books are forbidden to read. Because he is a dead prisoner waiting for execution. Yuli just looked away. How can I read a book with footwear and anti-rightist? It's like the oil painting of the ancient classics. His upper body is bent and his lower limbs are slightly slanted. His right leg is straight and his main foot is raised. One end of the book is placed on the shoulder blade. The other end is closely attached to the closed door window. The head is tilted and the two eyes look straight at the book. Every time I finish reading one page, I look at the next page, I use the tip of my tongue to flip it. It's hard to imagine. I've been like this for more than 40 days. I never stop and I keep going. It not only requires perseverance, it also requires spirit. What kind of spirit is it? So I can't help but say, Why do you have to torture yourself? Take a break. It's all about this. What I'm going to say is, He's dead. But I can't say it. The throat is hard. He didn't smile. Instead, he comforted me. Xiaofeng, as long as the bullet hasn't gone through the chest, You have to study as soon as you learn. You have to learn. Didn't you say that knowledge is power? Knowledge will not only change a person's thinking, It will also change the fate of a country. In my memory, I heard him continue to say, Don't give up reading because death threatens me. It doesn't change the idea of ​​being human just because death threatens me. Reading is the right of man. Ideas are the purpose of life. Hey, look at the little thing. The little thing he said was three days ago. I accidentally found a cockroach in the gap between the walls. It's already dead. He sighed heavily. He looked at the cockroach in my hand and said, Since I feel sorry for him, I'll leave something to feed him. I said, it's just a little bit of food every day. What do you feed it with? He was a little upset when he heard it. I can't help but blame him. You have to be a little sympathetic. Not only live by yourself, but also let others live. Everything in the world has its own space. Everything is life. How much can he eat? Just a few grains of rice and a little bit of soup. Can you feed me every day? I suddenly felt ashamed and blushed. At this time, the most important thing is the belly. A drop of food is like gold. He was willing to sacrifice his own blood to save a small life. How much sympathy does he have? At this time, I realized why he liked to read the Emperor's Inner Sutra. Isn't it that in life, if you don't feed the good, you become a good doctor? But this is the sin of killing. I accepted his accusation and fed the cockroach. Now, after he mentioned it, he immediately took out the paper ball from the gap in the wall and took out the cockroach. After two days of recuperation, the cockroach looked more energetic. He was happy like a child. He came to life. I let him go home for two more days. No, go back to nature. Nature is green and vibrant. But this prison is silent and there is no light. Everything is solid and hard. He saw me speechless and suddenly thought of another question. How many days is it today? How many days he asked refers to the time since he was sentenced to death by the Provincial High Court and deprived of political power and sent to the prison for the rest of his life. He forgot about the building after the iron window in the prison. The cold light forced my eyes to fight with goosebumps all over my body. So I counted the lines on the wall with my fingernails silently. Then I said, not much, not less, just 47 days. 47 days, he repeated the face of peace and tranquility, a little bit of shadow. I suddenly found out that this number was the sound of death, which was very unlucky. I said, no matter what, I don't think they will kill you. If they want to kill you, they have to reward the drunk first. How can they kill you if they don't reward the drunk? They have to talk about human rights. He thought for a moment and said, this is the old rule. It is no longer practical. You and I used to be in the Communist Party. When did we talk about human rights to the landlord anti-revolution? Only the tyrant. When we killed them, how did we reward the drunk? During the Great Depression, we killed dozens and hundreds of anti-revolutionaries a day. Which one didn't drag it out and avoid it? How did you say that? In the face of death, anyone will remember his life. Good and evil, beautiful and ugly, right and wrong, black and white. The weight you stand on the balance of good and bad. His life, my life, are all people who follow the Communist Party and are loyal to Mao Zedong. I once lost my own life for the development and consolidation of this red regime. And today, it's so bad. Did we go to the wrong room or was this room wrong? The complicated mind journey cannot be expressed clearly in words. His name is Yang Yinsheng, from Yuechi County, Sichuan. He said at a lecture that since it is a people's country, why should we restrain the people? Since labor creates the world, why should we punish people? Since eating well and wearing warm clothes are human rights, why should we thank the Party and Chairman Mao? After the hearing, there was no refutation. I can only hate him to the bone. More than ten days later, he suddenly disappeared. When the wind blew, I never saw him again. I was anxious and restless. I knew something unfortunate would happen. A few days later, in a stormy afternoon, the prison guard suddenly opened the prison door and told me to pack my things. I quickly went to the 13th prison door. The 13th was a death cell with a large wall. As soon as I entered, I saw him sitting on the floor with an anti-cuff. He looked at me in a mysterious way. I didn't do anything to stop him. I called out his name. He nodded and smiled. Thank you very much for arranging for you to see me off. No, I shook my head, holding a basket of tears. I'm here to accompany you. I said I couldn't figure it out until today. Why did Mao Zedong push a large number of people who supported the revolution and him into the fire pit and kill them all? He thought about it and tried to break the mechanism. It was necessary. It was necessary for class struggle. Class struggle, a terrible class struggle. It made the masses of the people resentful. The land was desolate. The mountains were desolate. The rivers were dry. There was no harvest. Mao Zedong, why are you so heartless and heartless? Are you a ghost or a demon? Are you a demon or a demon? God, why don't you punish him? Time is merciless. Death is deep. I accompany him. He accompanies me. In this extremely terrible death, we spend day after day. According to time calculation, the number of days is the execution period. But ten days later, it is not executed. Half a month later, it is not executed. One month later, it is not executed. Forty days later, it is not executed. One day, he suddenly asked me, Xiaofeng, why is there no news? I thought about it and answered casually, is there any change? He shook his head unknowingly, and fell into meditation for a long time. Survival is the instinct of man. When a person knows that he will die, but as long as the god of death has not come, he will have all kinds of illusions. What illusions does he have at this time? I can't tell. And he still eats eight taels of grain every day. In the morning, he still washes his face and brushes his teeth with my help. Occasionally, he closes the door and reads books to study. It seems that he has no idea that death is waiting for him. My illusion is a sudden thunder. It blows up the prison. Then we break out of the hole and run to another country. Otherwise, some people will use magic to lure us out of the prison. Then we hide in the deep valley and never interact with others. I put the cockroach back in the wall. I packed my stomach for a light breakfast. I packed my bowl. I was about to open my mouth and say something. Suddenly, I heard a loud sound. The iron door in the prison opened. Heavy footsteps went in from afar and finally stopped in front of the death cell on the 13th. At that moment, there was a big light and a shadow was shaking. Yuli pulled the iron door open and shouted, Yang Yisheng, come out! I couldn't help but shake all over my body. The bowl in my hand almost hit the ground. The cold light of the stabbing knife forced my eyes to close. Two armed police officers with red belts stood coldly in the corner of the prison. They were fierce and wanted to kill. I wanted to eat them alive and tear them to pieces. They were slightly soft and didn't look sudden. I stood up slowly and stood there motionless. It was a bit like an iron tower. He looked around and looked at me calmly and said, Xiaofeng, please put on a hat for me. This was a white military hat. It was also the military hat he wore when he was a military instructor at Fuzhou Military Academy. After that, I followed him all the way to set off firecrackers and pick up rubble. Then I followed him to the prison. Is it hatred or hatred? Is it loyalty or hatred? It's hard to say. He held a roller and dragged a heavy footstool. He left the prison and walked towards the light. The metal sound of the footstool hit the ground. The ground screamed.