<div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333339691162px; background-color: #ffffff;"><div> </div><div> <img src="/EditBackyard/EditorData/Photo/2014/Nov/1172014liang0.png" width="478" height="320" alt="" /></div><div><span style="font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 24.0000019073486px; color: #414141 !important; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Georgia, Arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif, PmingLiU !important;"><em>图为梁伯偷渡到香港不久后拍的证件照</em><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color: #414141; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Georgia, Arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif, PmingLiU; font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 24.0000019073486px;">十月廿四日的深夜,见到梁伯带着一张蓆一件外套,<wbr></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color: #414141; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Georgia, Arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif, PmingLiU; font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 24.0000019073486px;">尝试在金钟找一个地方留宿。</span></div><div><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">八十二岁的他,由九月廿八日开始每日都来到占领区支持学生,<wbr>时而在旺角,时而在金钟,到底是什么样的初衷,<wbr>才可以炼成这样的坚持?年轻的一代或许不知道,<wbr>第一代的公民抗命,源自偷渡。偷渡固然犯法,<wbr>但其实大多数香港人的上一代,就是冒了这个险走到香港。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">在五六十年代偷渡到香港的一代人已经渐渐离去,而愿意坚持初衷,<wbr>继续起来<span style="line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">反抗不公义的人更是少之有少。</span></p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">那一晚我就拿著录音机,磨蹭坐到梁伯旁,<wbr>请他把故事由一九六一年说起:</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;"><a href="http://img.secretchina.com/dat/media/18/2014/11/06/20141106233732925.PNG" title="查看原图" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://ci4.googleusercontent.com/proxy/_GWQGPRf-PhTh7WGWMzohQZMiCBwjIbEAdMR820jADYni0zl7zwfbYshRRXcU59kJZsv6XdYZMZUC4yjslLjnQ1Mfj_sBbPY_RlDhmjc5QkpIMVUsighEH2zJnwYmA=s0-d-e1-ft#http://img.secretchina.com/dat/media/18/2014/11/06/20141106233732925.PNG" style="border-style: solid; border-color: #ffffff; color: #ffffff; width: 603px; min-height: 373px; display: inline;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 24.0000019073486px; color: #414141 !important; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Georgia, Arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif, PmingLiU !important;"><em>梁伯的眼神,我一路看着,仿佛看到一种五十几年的坚持</em></span></p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 24.0000019073486px; color: #414141 !important; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Georgia, Arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif, PmingLiU !important;">一九六一年春天,那时还叫宝安的广东一片混乱。<a href="http://www.secretchina.com/tag/%E5%A4%A7%E8%B7%83%E8%BF%9B" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;">大跃进</a>在六零年失<wbr>败告终,处处饥肠辘辘,在宝安的边境俯视,<a href="http://www.secretchina.com/tag/%E9%9A%BE%E6%B0%91" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;">难民</a>遮盖了公路,<wbr>各地的饥民徒步而来,怀着一个最后希望-只要偷渡<a href="http://www.secretchina.com/tag/%E6%88%90%E5%8A%9F" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;">成功</a>,<wbr>所有的颠沛流离都值得。</span></p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">这时梁伯二十九岁,在家乡肇庆刚走出来。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">你绝对不会想像到,是什么可以压迫一个人离乡别井,<wbr>由家乡步行千里,直到边境的<a href="http://www.secretchina.com/tag/%E9%93%81%E4%B8%9D%E7%BD%91" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;">铁丝网</a>。那是回不去的选择。‌‌“<wbr>你为什么千山万水都要偷渡?不怕被抓吗?‌‌”我好奇地问。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">‌‌“怕得要死!怕被人抓到,然后就关起来,士兵好可怕!‌‌”<wbr>梁伯激动起上来。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">但一九六一的第一次偷渡,梁伯还是失败。五十多年后的今天,<wbr>梁伯仍然记得那经历。在爬上铁丝网的一刻,军队就来了,<wbr>一排步枪指著铁丝网上的几十人,梁伯以为死亡就是这么简单,<wbr>死不可怕,都只是由一个地狱移去另一个地狱。但命运叫他活着,<wbr>数十个偷渡客,那一晚被关到斗室大的监仓,没有光,没有灯,<wbr>没有窗,没有声音。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">眼前的梁伯比画著监牢的情况。那些晚上的黑,不是一般的黑。<wbr>我在想,一个社会里偷渡是犯法,但错在那?错在他不好好认命,<wbr>安心等待饿死?错在梁伯生存的欲望,甚至凌驾于法律上?<wbr>当跨过铁丝网就是生存的惟一希望时,爬,还是不爬?</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">监狱一关是两个月,三十人关在几平方米的空间,很多残酷,<wbr>很多绝望,来自这些地方。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">梁伯只被分配到一个漱口盅,那是他的所有,吃饭喝水都靠它,<wbr>在监狱里,没有其他生活。那年正值难民潮,<wbr>监牢跟外面一样兵荒马乱,同一时间监仓装不了太多人,<wbr>偷渡客通常被关一二个月,大多会被放走。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">监狱,是个命运的中转站。有些人在监狱被吓坏了,默然接受现实,<wbr>放弃了,就继续他们的命运,其他人觉得在监狱死不了,<wbr>就想办法生存。梁伯已来过地狱一次,死也不比活着可怕,<wbr>第二次偷渡,是事在必行!</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">几个月后,梁伯打算尝试绕东线南下。<wbr>东线是其中一条热门的偷渡路线,多数先沿东江抵达惠阳,<wbr>但水路危险,这么大的船,这么多的难民,过不了边境的。<wbr>于是中途要转陆路逃亡,每晚乘着夜色推进,避开解放军与民兵。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">由惠阳出发,辗转来到平湖,<wbr>那是交通工具可以带梁伯到最远的地方,<wbr>同行还有两个在广州认识的朋友,<wbr>他们的人生在偷渡潮中交错在一起,这种朋友,<wbr>也将在偷渡后分散失落过去。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">梁伯仍然记得那几个昼夜,日出而息,日入而逃。五十三年了,<wbr>那滋味还不能磨灭,被野狗追,睡在荒草堆,挨着饥饿,<wbr>黑夜与白天仿佛无穷无尽,吞噬你的坚持,晃动你疲倦的身躯。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">有一晚凌晨,差不多走到田的尽头了,前面是一座高山。<wbr>半夜冰凉的空气袭来,梁伯在漆黑中点起火柴,为了不被人发现,<wbr>他们三人蹲在田的最低处,拥在一起,打开外套,<wbr>火光就只留在一个瑟缩的角落,照着指南针,<wbr>梁伯心里在叫喊著高山的名字:</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;"><a href="http://www.secretchina.com/tag/%E6%A2%A7%E6%A1%90" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;">梧桐</a>山!梧桐山!</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">梧桐山!梧桐山!</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">梧桐山!梧桐山!</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">攀过去后就快到香港了!</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">梧桐山地名由来已经搞不清了,但中国的传说里,<wbr>凤凰500年出现一次,非梧桐不栖,在自家种梧桐,<wbr>是买一个希望的意思。这梧桐山遍地梧桐,不知种了多少希望,<wbr>那一年风声吹过梧桐叶上,‌‌“扑扑簌簌‌‌”声好不悲凉。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">但就在那梧桐山上,偷渡失败了。疲惫不堪的梁伯,<wbr>已经差不多到山顶,眼看快要成功,一到,成群的民兵就突然跳出,<wbr>梁伯被包围了。只能说幸运没有私刑,梁伯只是被抓捕,<wbr>但第二天的早上,他们三人就已经被干脆利落地押送回惠阳途中。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">梁伯又会回到监狱了,在地狱,你想要生存根本就是罪。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">一九六二年初,梁伯出狱已经几个月了,<wbr>那时正是最民不聊生的时间,距离大跃进完结前,<wbr>粮食产量跌了30个巴仙,糖生产跌了69个巴仙,<wbr>把原来的饥荒加剧。据那年的记者报道,梧桐山上尸横遍野,<wbr>难民们,饿的饿,病的病,伤的伤,那些尸骨将在山头被风雨腐蚀,<wbr>然后归作孤凉。杨继绳形容那几年的浩劫是‌‌“<wbr>没有呼天抢地的哭声,没有披麻带孝的礼仪,<wbr>几千万人就这样无声无色地消失了。‌‌”</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">那些年,饿死了三千多万人。梁伯对这些都不陌生,与其坐以待毙,<wbr>他宁愿再一次尝试,没多久,当寒冬过后,大地回暖,<wbr>偷渡潮也跟着回来。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">关于第三次偷渡,梁伯回忆时仿佛走进时光的隧道,‌‌“对呀!<wbr>不到黄河心不死!那管第三次还是第几次,是一定要逃出去。<wbr>这一次我找了个同乡,他是个建筑技工,<wbr>然后我们又弄了张到边境修筑水库的许可证,<wbr>然后又有两个同乡一起出发,人愈多愈好。‌‌”梁伯把身挨前,<wbr>看着我的眼睛,那眼神,跟他五十多年前的老照片没有两样,‌‌“<wbr>我们再一次沿东线跋涉,经平湖,向着梧桐山走。爬山走路,<wbr>走到脚底磨破流血,然后血就结疤,被泥巴刮起,脚肉又被切开。<wbr>我那时的衣服,走到边境时,已经被划得一块一块,那还像衣服。‌<wbr>‌”</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">但我被‌‌“边境‌‌”两字吸引了,不禁追问一句:‌‌“<wbr>这次成功吗?‌‌”‌‌“成功了。‌‌”梁伯答道,‌‌“<wbr>靠著那许可证,这一次我们真的一路走到边境,走到那要‌‌‘<wbr>修理’的水库。‌‌”</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">从惠阳到边境,是十昼夜的路,当年数以十万计的难民从这里逃离,<wbr>现在已经被现代化所覆蓋,但有些痕迹,刻在回忆里,<wbr>是怎样都不会磨灭的。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">梁伯说,那个五月底的晚上,他就趁著夜色,第一次爬上铁丝网,<wbr>就算被铁丝刮得皮开肉裂他都没有停止,地上不只有梁伯的血,<wbr>那里盛着千千万万偷渡客的血泪。用手一路抓,用脚掌撑,<wbr>不断地向上拉,梁伯把握着他惟一的机会,攀过铁丝网。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">坐在添美道的我们,有一种特别的感受。<wbr>我突然想像到底第一口自由空气是什么滋味,我们是多么渴望自由,<wbr>多么渴望离开被压迫的生活。梁伯没有答我那一口空气是什么味道,<wbr>只叹了一口气,又跟我微笑了一下。<wbr>不竟回忆中的他才刚爬过铁丝网,距离安全还有一大段距离,<wbr>但我相信,自由从来都不容易,至少他叹的那一口气,特别慢,<wbr>特别难。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;"><a href="http://img.secretchina.com/dat/media/18/2014/11/06/20141106233733829.PNG" title="查看原图" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://ci5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/eae9_ntxEOeEQvzjhhlO5PBIbl9stidjRRFbffpmSTwCnFWbYpZUNoa6lAUY8bWZYNJfAiD6JMMyoqwpo0Ut87FbxYTJzKh5JHpxV05_MhtDSvdWxVL_emnaJiwBTw=s0-d-e1-ft#http://img.secretchina.com/dat/media/18/2014/11/06/20141106233733829.PNG" style="border-style: solid; border-color: #ffffff; color: #ffffff; width: 600px; min-height: 404px; display: inline;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 15.5555562973022px; line-height: 24.0000019073486px; color: #414141 !important; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Georgia, Arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif, PmingLiU !important;"><em>图是梁伯的双手,就是这对手,带他爬过铁丝网</em></span></p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 24.0000019073486px; color: #414141 !important; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Georgia, Arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif, PmingLiU !important;">进入了香港,遍山都是呼喊声,<wbr>在香港一边的亲人每天等待着还未能成功偷渡的亲人们,<wbr>不停地呼喊亲人的名字:‌‌“阿福!阿福!‌‌”、‌‌“阿芳!<wbr>阿芳!‌‌”不同的名字此起彼落,叫得声嘶力竭,<wbr>但谁都清楚那是大海捞针。我尝试想像当年是怎样的悲壮,<wbr>或是何等荒芜悲戚:</span></p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">满山尽是衣衫褴褛,已经饿得皮黄骨瘦的难民们,他们满脸风霜,<wbr>一身伤痕,步履不隐,而且已经惊慌不已。难民在奔跑、在逃走、<wbr>在焦急;香港警察在追赶、在搜捕、在包抄;香港市民在呼唤、<wbr>在救济、在哭泣。每走过一段路,这些难民就会失去一部分,<wbr>或被抓,然后遣返,或水尽粮断,曝尸荒野。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">几百万人在一九六二年夏天尝试偷渡到香港,最后成功的,<wbr>约有十万。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">这不是一个过了边境就成功的故事,<wbr>由沙头角到亚皆老街拿到身份证,还有一百公里的路程。<wbr>梁伯接下来的数日仍要继续昼伏夜出,在没水没电的荒山中,<wbr>他沿着河谷,翻山越岭,一路摸黑,又要避开警察和啹喀,‌‌“<wbr>偷渡前怕解放军,偷渡后怕警察,东躲西避。‌‌”梁伯这样形容。<wbr>足足走了几天,直到九龙坑。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">有些偶遇,是不知何故在生命中绽放的。那一年在九龙坑,<wbr>梁伯已经筋皮力竭,差不多撑不下去了,离远一度木门突然推开,<wbr>走出一对老夫妇。梁伯一惊:他们会举报我吗?<wbr>那对老夫妇一轮左顾右昐,然后从远处走过来,端著一碗热饭,<wbr>一碟肥猪肉,又用客家话邀请梁伯进屋内。其实梁伯听不懂客家话,<wbr>只不过真饿得发昏了,有十年没有吃过肥猪肉吗?梁伯曾经跟我说,<wbr>大跃进是一场人间惨剧,畜生大都饿死了,剩下的没半两肥肉,<wbr>过去那几年,连想吃肉都是天方夜谈。<wbr>于是当那碗热饭那肥猪肉送过来时,梁伯已急不及待伸手去接。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">这种体恤,梁伯过了大半生都在感恩。往后的一个月,<wbr>梁伯也住在老夫妇的柴房里,做一点工,讨一点吃。<wbr>一直到边防的警察松懈,才坐上一架到九龙的小货车,<wbr>真正的抵达亚皆老街,拿到身份证。梁伯的颠沛流离,也止于始。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">梁伯呀,我常常问你:‌‌“你为什么要来呀?‌‌”</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">你总是说:要<a href="http://www.secretchina.com/tag/%E4%BF%9D%E6%8A%A4%E5%AD%A6%E7%94%9F" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;">保护学生</a>、人愈多愈安全、有些自由是要争取的。<wbr>我真的没有想过,你的自由用了多少鲜血汗水去争取。<wbr>我站起来环顾四周,留守在金钟的学生们,<wbr>我们的汗水有换到什么吗?</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">然后你又跟我说,在任何时代,任何地方,不管是谁的政府,<wbr>也不管胜算有多大,只有是不对,你就会起来反抗。<wbr>由八十年代开始,很多社会运动你都会出来,<wbr>每年的七一都会见到你的身影,就算你笑说走得一年比一年慢,<wbr>一年比一年漫长,都会坚持。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">我问你九二八催泪弹那天你在那?你说一直跟我们在一起。<wbr>那天我就在是被围困在添美道的几百人之一,而你,<wbr>就是一路在外面想要救我们的几十万之一。在一张照片里,<wbr>我又见到你那坚定的眼神,原来那天,<wbr>你是真的走得这么前去保护学生。每次我看到照片,<wbr>眼泪就簌簌地流下来。</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;">对照你六十年代的样子,望着你给我看当年的伤痕,<wbr>至到我见到你九二八时的照片,我可不可以说,<wbr>你的初衷才是真正的五十年不变?</p><p style="margin-top: 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; color: #000000; font-family: 宋体, PMingLiu, SimSun, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.8000011444092px;"><a href="http://img.secretchina.com/dat/media/18/2014/11/06/20141106233733163.PNG" title="查看原图" target="_blank" style="color: #ffaa00; text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://ci5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/eYRFK86xcxYnoskYDgMVsnLtRad7q-oVkGugxAgMtcMueyQtbrzTUQyp85uy09rgRjgod8hhGhbmo760HQoAAIjM8g-f8DH-tLN55uPm5O5a-ytbn0TkDiw7Xt5jTA=s0-d-e1-ft#http://img.secretchina.com/dat/media/18/2014/11/06/20141106233733163.PNG" style="border-style: solid; border-color: #ffffff; color: #ffffff; width: 546px; min-height: 635px; display: inline;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 24.0000019073486px; color: #414141 !important; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Georgia, Arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif, PmingLiU !important;"><em>图是九二八时在添美道的梁伯,他说那时正在寻找学生,<wbr>保护学生是他的责任。那是又感动又痛</em></span></p></div></div><div style="cursor: pointer; outline: none; padding: 10px 0px; width: 22px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333339691162px; background-color: #ffffff;"><div id=":10m" role="button" tabindex="0" aria-label="Hide expanded content" data-tooltip="Hide expanded content" style="clear: both; line-height: 6px; outline: none; position: relative; width: 20px; background-color: #f1f1f1;"><em><img src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gif" style="height: 8px; opacity: 0.3; width: 20px; background: url(https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/ellipsis.png) no-repeat;" alt="" /></em></div></div>