The old wall of the village still stands, the slogan on the wall is blurred, and when I was a child, I only remember the words "Banzai" written in a red circle. We often rode on that wall and looked out, grinding down the high wall with our flesh. In front of the wall is a high platform, I heard that it is the "stage" of our village, since I can remember, I have never seen any drama sung on it, but every year the social fire performs on it.

If you go back 50 years, the low wall now has its story.

"Down with the capitalist reactionaries! Down with the opportunists!"

The whole brigade gathered in front of that wall, and with the shouting of the militia captain, the crowd was in high spirits, and the militia captain shouted the loudest slogan of the time.

On the top of the wall are several large red letters, which were also the most popular slogans of the time. The colorful flags above the wall are displayed, which makes the venue have a bit of a red atmosphere.

On the stage, several militiamen stood on both sides of the stage with guns in their hands, their guns pointing diagonally downward, and the crosshair facing the middle of the stage. Several "capitalist reactionaries" were escorted in the centre of the stage, each wearing a tall conical hat, each with a wooden board on his chest on which the charges they had committed, and they bowed their heads listlessly towards the members of the Commune.

For these "capitalist reactionaries", today is the third time that they have been criticized, and I don't know how many more criticisms they will have to go through before they can clear up the mistakes they have made.

At the back of the stage is a row of wooden tables, covered with red cloth, which looks very bright. In the middle of the table is a high-tech, an iron guy who can make the slogan louder. Behind the table sat a row of leaders, including the village director, the village party secretary, the militia captain, and the village branch committee. They all had serious expressions, looking at every expression in the venue majestically, some of them looked very heavy on their faces, they seemed to feel sorry for the people in front of them, and some of them were angry, eager to use guns to destroy the people in front of them. At that time, my grandfather was also sitting in it.

"Everyone be quiet, everyone be quiet!" came the voice of the village party secretary over the loudspeaker.

The members in the audience immediately fell silent, and they all quietly watched everything on the stage.

The village director put up a posture of speech and preached to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have responded to the call of our superiors to resolutely crack down on capitalist ideology, and today we will continue to criticize these speculative elements.

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

Grandpa, as the leader of the militia, stood up and said: "Now it's up to the capitalist reactionaries to make a confessional speech!" Grandpa was in a mixed mood at this time, he felt involuntarily, he had been controlled by this storm.

Grandpa commanded, "Then start on the left first!

"I'm guilty, I shouldn't have stolen socialist potatoes!"

The second went on to confess: "I'm guilty, I shouldn't have stolen the socialist!"

The loudspeaker suddenly said: "Stop! Not sincere enough, you have to repent deeply!

None of the members in the audience dared to laugh, they looked at these people on the stage with solemn expressions, and some were even their relatives, at this juncture, they had drawn a clear line with the relatives who were criticized on the stage.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have speculated and dug up socialist potatoes, this kind of behavior is very wrong! I admit my mistake! Please criticize me!" This man is over 50 years old, and the continuous criticism makes him look very haggard!

"Down with the opportunists! Down with the capitalist reactionaries!"

The atmosphere in the audience was instantly ignited, and everyone raised their right hands and waved them in the air.

"Has the family of this reactionary come? Come up and make a reflection and speech!" said the branch secretary in the microphone.

An elderly woman in tattered clothes and thin yellow muscles staggered onto the stage.

"Mom, my son is sorry for you! My son is sorry for you!" the man who had just been criticized cried.

The militia shouted with guns in hand, "Shut up!

"Ladies and gentlemen, my old lady knows that she is wrong, and my son should not have made such a big mistake! The old lady knelt down for everyone!

After speaking, the old lady knelt on the stage.

The village party secretary immediately stood up and said angrily to the old lady: "Auntie, what are you doing here? Hurry up! Now is not the old society, this can't do this! Get up and speak! Explain your son's affairs to everyone clearly, so that he can correct his mistakes!"

The old lady wiped her tears and nodded, and slowly stood up.

"All right, the next capitalist reactionary will continue to repent!" shouted the village party secretary over the loudspeaker.

At the meeting, a woman suddenly rushed to the front desk and cried and cursed. Startling several leaders on the stage, the militia turned their guns on the woman.

The grandfather, who was sitting on the side, stood up and ordered, "Put away the gun!

The woman sat down and scolded: "You shit! I told you not to eat that chicken, you have to eat it! Now you are branded as a capitalist reactionary! I will kill you!"

The village party secretary said on the loudspeaker: "This woman, don't cry yet! Your position is very right, and as for your man, after criticism and fighting, I believe that he will correct his thinking." ”

The village party secretary glanced at several militiamen, and the militia stepped forward to carry the women down.

In this way, the criticism meeting lasted from 8 o'clock in the morning to 12 o'clock in the afternoon, and the village party secretary also had a good job on his lips, and he stood up and said to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen, today's criticism and struggle was very successful! Due to time constraints, we will dismiss the meeting! These capitalist reactionaries will go down and look at it!"

When Grandpa got home, he hung the gun the organization had given him on the wall and locked the door.

"Now everyone's stomach is not full, and they are still engaged in criticism and fighting with great fanfare! I don't know when this wind will pass! You see, didn't his third master dig up some artichokes, and he was pulled out to criticize and fight!" Grandpa complained in front of his grandmother.

Grandma scolded: "Don't say such things outside! You are still a cadre! Beware of branding you as a reactionary!"

Grandpa said angrily: "This is not to let people live! I don't say that if you don't say it, who will say it!"

The hungry father and the others were sitting under the sun basking in the sun, when they heard a cat meow outside the door, and the father and they all ran to the door excitedly, and saw a few roasted potatoes rolling in through the crack in the door.

Grandpa stood in the yard and saw such a scene, and his heart was really uncomfortable. This must have been his mother-in-law secretly bringing food to a few dolls! There are five dolls in the family, and it is true that there is too little food rations, and as a cadre, he cannot even exercise privileges.

"Great, my grandmother sent me an artichoke, you and my mother have one each!" said my father to my grandfather.

Grandpa whispered: "You guys hurry up and eat! Don't let anyone outside know, give your mother some points! I'm not hungry! I'll go to the team to eat later!"

In those years, winter was the hardest day for everyone, not only hungry, but also cold. The cold is like poison, permeating everyone's heart.

The prisoners in the brigade were even more miserable, and in that empty fort, it was gloomy and damp, and many of them suffered from serious skin diseases.

When the sun showed out of the clouds, Grandpa couldn't stand watching those labor prisoners being frozen to death. So he used what little power he had to help the people, and he said to the militiamen: "Let them all out to bask in the sun!

Grandpa's kindness was finally rewarded, and my mother's grandfather was the one who was taken care of by my grandfather back then. In order to repay his grandfather for saving his life, he made the decision to marry his mother to his father.

Nowadays, people have forgotten that time, and those who lived through it are gradually passing away.

Under the warm sun, everyone stood under the low wall, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Naturally, the old people will not forget everything that happened here, and the young people will no longer ask about that history.