“Tim-ber…”
“顺山倒咧——”
Two years later, the Greater Khingan Mountains
两年以后，大兴安岭。
Following the loud chant, a large Dahurian larch, thick as the columns of the Parthenon, fell with a thump, and Ye Wenjie felt the earth quake. She picked up her ax and saw and began to clear the branches from the trunk. Every time she did this, she felt as though she were cleaning the corpse of a giant. Sometimes she even imagined the giant was her father. The feelings from that terrible night two years ago when she cleaned her father’s body in the mortuary would resurface, and the splits and cracks in the larch bark seemed to turn into the old scars and new wounds covering her father.
随着这声嘹亮的号子，一棵如巴特农神庙的巨柱般高大的落叶松轰然倒下，叶文洁感到大地抖动了一下。她拿起斧头和短锯，开始从巨大的树身上去掉枝丫。每到这时，她总觉得自己是在为一个巨人整理遗体。她甚至常常有这样的想象：这巨人就是自己的父亲。两年前那个凄惨的夜晚，她在太平间为父亲整理遗容时的感觉就在这时重现。巨松上那绽开的树皮，似乎就是父亲躯体上累累的伤痕。
Over one hundred thousand people from the six divisions and forty-one regiments of the Inner Mongolia Production and Construction Corps were scattered among the vast forests and grasslands. When they first left the cities and arrived at this unfamiliar wilderness, many of the corps’ “educated youths”– young college students who no longer had schools to go to — had cherished a romantic wish: When the tank clusters of the Soviet Revisionist Imperialists rolled over the Sino-Mongolian border, they would arm themselves and make their own bodies the first barrier in the Republic’s defense. Indeed, this expectation was one of the strategic considerations motivating the creation of the Production and Construction Corps. But the war they craved was like a mountain at the other end of the grassland: clearly visible, but as far away as a mirage. So they had to content themselves with clearing fields, grazing animals, and chopping down trees. Soon, the young men and women who had once expended their youthful energy on tours to the holy sites of the Chinese Revolution discovered that, compared to the huge sky and open air of Inner Mongolia, the biggest cities in China’s interior were nothing more than sheep pens. Stuck in the middle of the cold, endless expanse of forests and grasslands, their burning ardor was meaningless. Even if they spilled all of their blood, it would cool faster than a pile of cow dung, and not be as useful. But burning was their fate; they were the generation meant to be consumed by fire. And so, under their chain saws, vast seas of forests turned into barren ridges and denuded hills. Under their tractors and combine harvesters, vast tracts of grasslands became grain fields, then deserts.
内蒙古生产建设兵团的六个师四十一个团十多万人就分布在这辽阔的森林和草原之间。刚从城市来到这陌生的世界时，很多兵团知青都怀着一个浪漫的期望：当苏修帝国主义的坦克集群越过中蒙边境时，他们将飞快地武装起来，用自己的血肉构成共和国的第一道屏障。事实上，这也确实是兵团组建时的战略考虑之一。但他们渴望的战争就像草原天边那跑死马的远山，清晰可见，但到不了眼前，于是他们只有垦荒、放牧和砍伐。这些曾在“大串联”中燃烧青春的年轻人很快发现，与这广阔天地相比，内地最大的城市不过是个羊圈；在这寒冷无际的草原和森林间，燃烧是无意义的，一腔热血喷出来，比一堆牛粪凉得更快，还不如后者有使用价值。但燃烧是他们的命运，他们是燃烧的一代。于是，在他们的油锯和电锯下，大片的林海化为荒山秃岭；在他们的拖拉机和康拜因（联合收割机）下，大片的草原被犁成粮田，然后变成沙漠。
Ye Wenjie could only describe the deforestation that she witnessed as madness. The tall Dahurian larch, the evergreen Scots pine, the slim and straight white birch, the cloud-piercing Korean aspen, the aromatic Siberian fir, along with black birch, oak, mountain elm, Chosenia arbutifolia — whatever they laid eyes on, they cut down. Her company wielded hundreds of chain saws like a swarm of steel locusts, and after they passed, only stumps were left.
叶文洁看到的砍伐只能用疯狂来形容，高大挺拔的兴安岭落叶松、四季长青的樟子松、亭亭玉立的白桦、耸入云天的山杨、西伯利亚冷杉，以及黑桦、柞树、山榆、水曲柳、钻天柳、蒙古栎，见什么伐什么，几百把油锯如同一群钢铁蝗虫，她的连队所过之处，只剩下一片树桩。
The fallen Dahurian larch, now bereft of branches, was ready to be taken away by tractor. Ye gently caressed the freshly exposed cross section of the felled trunk. She did this often, as though such surfaces were giant wounds, as though she could feel the tree’s pain. Suddenly, she saw another hand lightly stroking the matching surface of the stump a few feet away. The tremors in that hand revealed a heart that resonated with hers. Though the hand was pale, she could tell it belonged to a man. She looked up. It was Bai Mulin. A slender, delicate man who wore glasses, he was a reporter for the Great Production News, the corps’ newspaper. He had arrived the day before yesterday to gather news about her company. Ye remembered reading his articles, which were written in a beautiful style, sensitive and fine, ill suited to the rough-hewn environment.
整理好的落叶松就要被履带拖拉机拖走了，在树干另一头，叶文洁轻轻抚摸了一下那崭新的锯断面，她常常下意识地这么做，总觉得那是一处巨大的伤口，似乎能感到大树的剧痛。她突然看到，在不远处树桩的锯断面上，也有一只在轻轻抚摸的手，那手传达出的心灵的颤抖，与她产生了共振。那手虽然很白皙，但能够看出是属于男性的。叶文洁抬头，看到抚摸树桩的人是白沐霖，一个戴眼镜的瘦弱青年，他是兵团《大生产报》的记者，前天刚到连队来采访。叶文洁看过他写的文章，文笔很好，其中有一种与这个粗放环境很不协调的纤细和敏感，令她很难忘。
“You can count the rings.” Ma pointed to the stump.
“数数呗。”马钢指指树桩上的年轮说。
“No more than ten minutes. Let me tell you, I’m the fastest chain saw operator in the company. Whichever squad I’m with, the red flag for model workers follows me.” Ma Gang’s excitement was typical of most people Bai paid attention to. To be featured in the Great Production News would be a considerable honor.
“不到十分钟吧，告诉你，我是连里最快的油锯手，我到哪个班，流动红旗就跟我到那儿。”马钢看上去很兴奋，让白记者注意到的人都这样，能在《大生产报》的通讯报道上露一下脸也是很光荣的事。
“Ma Gang, come here,” Bai called to a young man a little ways off. Ma was barrel-chested and muscular, like the Dahurian larch that he had just felled. He came over, and Bai asked him, “Do you know how old this tree was?”
“马钢，你过来。”白沐霖对不远处一个小伙子喊道，那人壮得像这棵刚被他伐倒的落叶松。他走过来，白记者问道：“你知道这棵树多大年纪了？”
“I did. More than three hundred and thirty years. Do you remember how long it took you to saw through it?”
“我数了，三百三十多岁呢。你锯倒它用了多长时间？”
“More than three hundred years! A dozen generations. When this tree was but a shrub, it was still the Ming Dynasty. During all these years, can you imagine how many storms it had weathered, how many events it had witnessed? But in a few minutes you cut it down. You really felt nothing?”
“三百多年，十几代人啊，它发芽时还是明朝呢，这漫长的岁月里，它经历过多少风雨，见过多少事。可你几分钟就把它锯倒了，你真没感觉到什么？”
“What do you want me to feel?” Ma Gang gave a blank look. “It’s just a tree. The only things we don’t lack around here are trees. There are plenty of other trees much older than this one.”
“你想让我感觉到什么呢？”马钢愣了一下，“不就一棵树嘛，这里最不缺的就是树，比它岁数长的老松多的是。”
The trunk was dragged away. Rocks and stumps in the ground broke the bark in more places, wounding the giant body further. In the spot where it once stood, the weight of the fallen tree being dragged left a deep channel in the layers of decomposing leaves that had accumulated over the years. Water quickly filled the ditch. The rotting leaves made the water appear crimson, like blood.
大树被拖走了，地面上的石块和树桩划开了树皮，使它巨大的身躯皮开肉绽。它原来所在的位置上，厚厚的落叶构成的腐植层被压出了一条长沟，沟里很快渗出了水，陈年落叶使水呈暗红色，像血。
“It’s all right. Go back to work.” Bai shook his head, sat down on the stump, and sighed. Ma Gang shook his head as well, disappointed that the reporter wasn’t interested in an interview. “Intellectuals always make a fuss about nothing,” he muttered. As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Wenjie, apparently including her in his judgment.
“忙你的去吧。”白沐霖摇摇头，坐在树桩子上轻轻叹息了一声。马钢也摇摇头，记者没有报道他的兴趣，令他很失望。“知识分子毛病就是多。”他说的时候还瞟了一眼不远处的叶文洁，他的话显然也包括了她。
“Wenjie, come and take a rest.” Bai pointed to the empty half of the stump on which he was sitting. Ye was indeed tired. She put down her tools, came over, and sat down with Bai, back to back.
“小叶，过来歇歇吧。”白沐霖指指大树桩空着的另一边对叶文洁说。文洁确实累了，放下工具，走过来和记者背靠背地坐着。
After a long silence, Bai blurted out, “I can tell how you’re feeling. The two of us are the only ones who feel this way.”
沉默了好一会儿，白沐霖突然说：“我看得出来你的感觉，在这里也就我们俩有这种感觉。”
“Where did you get thoughts like that?” Ye asked softly. She did not express agreement or disagreement, but Bai was grateful that she had spoken at all.
“你这种想法是从哪儿来呢？”叶文洁轻声问，并没有透露出她对这想法是赞同还是反对，但她能说话，已经让白沐霖很感激了。
Bai went on talking. “I visited this region a year ago. I remember arriving around noon, and my hosts told me that we’d have fish for lunch. I looked around the bark-lined hut and saw only a pot of water being boiled. No fish. Then, as soon as the water boiled, the cook went out with a rolling pin. He stood on the shore of the brook that passed before the hut, struck the water with the rolling pin a few times, and was able to drag a few big fish out of the water… What a fertile place! But now, if you go look at that brook, it’s just dead, muddy water in a ditch. I really don’t know if the Corps is engaged in construction or destruction.”
白沐霖自顾自地说下去：“一年前打前站时我就到过这个林区，记得刚到时是晌午，接待我们的人说要吃鱼，我在那间小树皮屋里四下看看，就烧着一锅水，哪有鱼啊；水开后，见做饭的人拎着擀面杖出去，到屋前的那条小河中‘乒乓’几棒子，就打上几条大鱼来…多富饶的地方，可现在看看那条河，一条什么都没有的浑水沟。我真不知道，现在整个兵团的开发方针是搞生产还是搞破坏？”
Ye remained silent. Bai knew that she likely wouldn’t answer. She was a woman of few words, and rarely conversed with anyone. Some new arrivals even mistook her for a mute.
文洁仍然沉默着，白沐霖预料她不会回答。叶文洁平时沉默寡言，很少与人交流，有些刚来的人甚至误认为她是哑巴。
“I just read a book, and it really moved me. Can you read English?”
“我刚看了一本书，感触很深…你能读英文吧？”
Bai took a book with a blue cover from his bag. He looked around to be sure no one was watching, and handed it to her. “This was published in 1962 and was very influential in the West.”
白沐霖从包中掏出一本蓝色封面的书，在递给文洁时，他有意无意地四下看了看，“这本书是六二年出的，在西方影响很大。”
Wenjie turned around on the stump to accept the book. Silent Spring, she read on the cover, by Rachel Carson. “Where did you get this?”
文洁转身接过书，看到书名是《SILENT SPRING》，作者是Rachel Carson。“哪儿来的？”她轻声问。
“The book attracted the attention of the higher-ups. They want to distribute it to select cadres for internal reference. I’m responsible for translating the part that has to do with forests.”
“这本书引起了上级的重视，要搞内参，我负责翻译与森林有关的那部分。”
Ye nodded.
看到文洁点点头。
“I want to write to the leadership in Beijing and let them know about the irresponsible behavior of the Construction Corps,” Bai said.
“我想给中央写信，反映建设兵团这种不负责任的行径。”白沐霖说。
Ye looked up from the book. It took a while for her to process his words. She said nothing and turned her eyes back to the page.
叶文洁从书上抬起头来，好半天才明白他意思，没说什么又低头看书。
Wenjie opened the book and was pulled in. In a brief opening chapter, the author described a quiet town silently dying from the use of pesticides. Carson’s deep concern suffused the simple, plain sentences.
文洁翻开书，很快被吸引住了，在短短的序章中，作者描述了一个在杀虫剂的毒害下正在死去的寂静的村庄，平实的语言背后显现着一颗忧虑的心。
“Keep it for now, if you want to read it. But best be careful and don’t let anyone see it. You know what they think of this kind of book…” Bai got up, looked around carefully once again, and left.
“你要想看就先拿着，不过最好别让其他人看见，这东西，你知道…”白沐霖说着，又四下看了看，起身离去。
More than four decades later, in her last moments, Ye Wenjie would recall the influence Silent Spring had on her life. The book dealt only with a limited subject: the negative environmental effects of excessive pesticide use. But the perspective taken by the author shook Ye to the core. The use of pesticides had seemed to Ye just a normal, proper — or, at least, neutral — act, but Carson’s book allowed Ye to see that, from Nature’s perspective, their use was indistinguishable from the Cultural Revolution, and equally destructive to our world. If this was so, then how many other acts of humankind that had seemed normal or even righteous were, in reality, evil?
三十八年后，在叶文洁的最后时刻，她回忆起《寂静的春天》对自己一生的影响。在这之前，人类恶的一面已经在她年轻的心灵上刻下不可愈合的巨创，但这本书使她对人类之恶第一次进行了理性的思考。这本来应该是一本很普通的书，主题并不广阔，只是描述杀虫剂的滥用对环境造成的危害，但作者的视角对叶文洁产生了巨大的震撼：蕾切尔．卡逊所描写的人类行为——使用杀虫剂，在文洁看来只是一项正当和正常的、至少是中性的行为；而本书让她看到，从整个大自然的视角看，这个行为与“文化大革命”是没有区别的，对我们的世界产生的损害同样严重。那么，还有多少在自己看来是正常甚至正义的人类行为是邪恶的呢？
As she continued to mull over these thoughts, a deduction made her shudder: Is it possible that the relationship between humanity and evil is similar to the relationship between the ocean and an iceberg floating on its surface? Both the ocean and the iceberg are made of the same material. That the iceberg seems separate is only because it is in a different form. In reality, it is but a part of the vast ocean…
再想下去，一个推论令她不寒而栗，陷入恐惧的深渊：也许，人类和邪恶的关系，就是大洋与漂浮于其上的冰山的关系，它们其实是同一种物质组成的巨大水体，冰山之所以被醒目地认出来，只是由于其形态不同而已，而它实质上只不过是这整个巨大水体中极小的一部分…
“I’ve been here with the company for so long. I can’t just walk around all day doing nothing. Have to participate in labor. That’s the spirit of the revolution, right? Oh, I worked near Radar Peak. The trees there were so dense. I sank into the rotting leaves all the way up to my knees. I’m afraid I’ll get sick from the miasma.”
“下连队这么长时间了，不能总是甩手到处转，劳动得参加，三结合嘛。哦，我们在雷达峰干，那里林木真密，地下的腐叶齐膝深，我真怕中了瘴气。”
This thought determined the entire direction of Ye’s life.
这个想法最终决定了叶文洁的一生。
Four days after receiving the book, Ye went to the company’s guesthouse, where Bai was living, to return the book. Ye opened the door and saw that Bai was lying on the bed, exhausted and covered by wood shavings and mud. When Bai saw Ye, he struggled to get up.
四天后，叶文洁去还书。白沐霖住在连队唯一的一间招待房里，文洁推开门，见他疲惫地躺在床上，一身泥水和木屑，见到文洁，他赶紧起身。
It was impossible to expect a moral awakening from humankind itself, just like it was impossible to expect humans to lift off the earth by pulling up on their own hair. To achieve moral awakening required a force outside the human race.
人类真正的道德自觉是不可能的，就像他们不可能拔着自己的头发离开大地。要做到这一点，只有借助于人类之外的力量。
“Did you work today?” Ye asked.
“今天干活儿了？”文洁问。
“Radar Peak?” Ye was shocked.
白沐霖说。“雷达峰？！”文洁听到这个名字很吃惊。
“Yes. The regiment had an emergency assignment: clear out a warning zone all around the peak by cutting down trees.”
“是啊，团里下的紧急任务，要围着它伐出一圈警戒带。”
The antenna wasn’t always visible. When the wind was too strong, it was retracted. But when it was extended, many strange things occurred around the area: Animals in the forest became noisy and anxious, flocks of birds erupted from the woods, and people suffered nausea and dizziness. Also, those who lived near Radar Peak tended to lose their hair. According to the locals, these phenomena only began after the antenna was built.
那座天线并不总是出现，风太大时它会被放倒，而当它立起来时，就会发生许多诡异的事情：林间的动物变得焦躁不安，林鸟被大群地惊起，人也会出现头晕恶心等许多不明症状：在雷达峰附近的人还特别容易掉头发，据当地人说，这也是天线出现后才有的事。
Radar Peak was a mysterious place. The steep, once-nameless peak got its moniker from the large parabolic antenna dish at the top. In reality, everyone with a little common sense knew it wasn’t a radar antenna: Even though its orientation changed every day, the antenna never moved in a continuous manner. As the wind blew past it, the dish emitted a howl that could be heard from far away. People in Ye’s company knew only that Radar Peak was a military base. According to the locals, when the base was built three years ago, the military mobilized a lot of people to construct a road leading to the top and to string a power line along it. Tons of supplies were transported up the mountain. But after the completion of the base, the road was destroyed, leaving behind only a difficult trail that snaked between the trees. Often helicopters could be seen landing on and lifting off the peak.
雷达峰是一个神秘的地方，那座陡峭的奇峰本没有名字，只是因为它的峰顶有一面巨大的抛物面天线才得此名。其实，稍有常识的人都知道那不是雷达天线，虽然它的方向每天都会变化，但从未连续转动过。那天线在风中发出低沉的嗡嗡声，很远都能听到。连队的人只知道那是一个军事基地，听当地人说，三年前建设那个基地时，曾动用巨大的人力，向峰顶架设了一条高压线，开辟了一条通向峰顶的公路，有大量的物资沿公路运上去。但基地建成后，竞把这条公路拆毁了，只留下一条勉强能通行的林间小路，常有直升机在峰顶起降。
There were many strange stories associated with Radar Peak. One time, when it was snowing, the antenna was extended, and the snow instantly turned to rain. Since the temperature near ground was still below freezing, the rain turned to ice on the trees. Gigantic icicles hung from the trees, and the forest turned into a crystal palace. From time to time, branches cracked under the weight of the ice, and the icicles crashed to the ground with loud thumps. Sometimes, when the antenna was extended, a clear day would turn to thunder and lightning, and strange lights would appear in the night sky. After the arrival of the Construction Corps company, the commander told everyone right away to take care to avoid approaching the heavily guarded Radar Peak, because the patrols were allowed to shoot without warning. Last week, two of the men had gone hunting and chased a deer to the foot of Radar Peak without realizing where they were, and the sentries stationed halfway up the peak shot at them. Luckily, the forest was so dense that the two escaped without injury, though one of the men peed in his pants. At the company meeting the next day, both men were reprimanded. Maybe it was because of this incident that the base had directed the Corps to create a warning zone in the forest around the peak. The fact that the base could issue labor assignments to the Construction Corps hinted at its political power.
雷达峰有许多神秘的传说：一次下大雪，那个天线立起来，这方圆几里的雪立刻就变成了雨！当时地面仍在严寒中，雨水在树上冻住，每棵树都挂起了大冰挂子，森林成了水晶宫，其间不断地响着树枝被压断的“咔嚓”声和冰挂子坠地的“轰轰”声。有时，在天线立起时，晴空会出现雷电，夜间天空中能看到奇异的光晕…雷达峰警戒森严，建设兵团的连队驻扎后，连长第一件事就是让所有人注意不要擅自靠近雷达峰，因为基地的岗哨可以不经警告就开枪。上星期，连队里两个打猎的兵团战士追一只狍子，不知不觉追到了雷达峰下，立刻招来了来自半山腰上岗亭的急促射击，幸亏林子密，两人没伤着跑了回来，其中一个吓得尿了一裤子。第二天连里开会，每人挨了一个警告处分。可能正是因为这事，基地才决定在周围的森林中开伐一圈警戒带，而兵团的人力可以随他们调用，也可见其行政级别很高。
“Letter?”
“信？”
Bai Mulin accepted the book from Ye and carefully hid it under his pillow. From the same place, he retrieved a few sheets of paper filled with dense writing and handed them to her. “This is a draft of my letter. Would you read it?”
白沐霖接过书，小心地放到枕头下面，同时从那里拿出了几页写得密密麻麻的稿纸，递给文洁，“这是那封信的草稿，你看看行吗？”
The handwriting was very sloppy, and Ye had to read it slowly. But the content was informative and tightly argued. The letter began by describing how the Taihang Mountains had turned from a historically fertile place to the barren wasteland it was today as a result of deforestation. It then described the recent, rapid rise in the Yellow River’s silt content. Finally, it concluded that the Inner Mongolia Production and Construction Corps’ actions would lead to severe ecological consequences. Ye noticed that Bai’s style was similar to that of Silent Spring, precise and plain, but also poetic. Though her background was in technical subjects, she enjoyed the literary prose.
纸上的字迹很潦草，叶文洁很吃力地看完了。这封信立论严谨，内容丰富：从太行山因植被破坏，由历史上的富庶之山变成今天贫瘠的秃岭，到现代黄河泥沙含量的急剧增加，得出了内蒙古建设兵团的大垦荒将带来严重后果的结论。文洁这才注意到，他的文笔真的与《寂静的春天》很相似，平实精确而蕴涵诗意，令理科出身的她感到很舒适。
“It’s beautiful,” she said sincerely.
“写得很好。”她由衷地赞叹道。
“Like I was telling you, I want to write to the central leadership in Beijing.”
“我跟你说过的，要给中央写信。”
“Why don’t I copy it for you?” Ye said. She took the pen from him.
“我替你抄吧。”叶文洁说，接过白沐霖递来的笔抄了起来。
“You have such pretty handwriting,” Bai said as he looked at her first line of characters on the page. He poured a glass of water for Ye. His hands shook so much that he spilled some of the water. Ye moved the letter out of the way.
“你字写得真好。”白沐霖看着稿纸上抄出的第一行字说，他给文洁倒了一杯水，手仍然抖得厉害，水洒出来不少，文洁忙把信纸移开些。
Bai nodded. “Then I’ll send it.” He took out a few fresh sheets of paper to make a clean copy of the draft. But his hands shook so much that he couldn’t form any characters. This was a common reaction after using a chain saw for the first time. Their trembling hands couldn’t even hold a rice bowl steady, let alone write legibly.
白沐霖点点头，“那我寄出去了。”说着拿出了一本新稿纸要誊抄，但手抖得厉害，一个字都写不出来。第一次使油锯的人都是这样，手抖得可能连饭碗都端不住，更别说写字了。
“You studied physics?” Bai asked.
“你是学物理的？”白沐霖问。
“You study the stars. How can that be useless? Colleges have reopened recently, but they’re not taking graduate students. For highly educated and skilled individuals like you to be sent to a place like this…”
“那就是研究恒星吧，怎么会没用处呢？现在大学都已复课，但研究生不再招了，你这样的高级人才窝到这种地方，唉…”
“Astrophysics. Useless now.” Ye did not even lift her head.
“天体物理，现在没什么用处了。”文洁回答，没有抬头。
Ye said nothing and kept on writing. She did not want to tell Bai that for someone like her to be able to join the Construction Corps was very fortunate. She didn’t want to comment on the way things were — there was nothing worthwhile to say.
文洁没有回答，只是埋头抄写，她不想告诉白沐霖，自己能进入建设兵团已经很幸运了。对于现实，她什么都不想说，也没什么可说的了。
The hut became quiet, filled only with the sound of pen nib scratching against paper. Ye could smell the fragrance of the sawdust on Bai’s body. For the first time since the death of her father, she experienced warmth in her heart and allowed herself to relax, momentarily letting down her guard against the world.
屋里安静下来，只有钢笔尖在纸上划动的沙沙声。文洁能闻到身边记者身上松木锯末的味道，自父亲惨死后，她第一次有一种温暖的感觉，第一次全身心松弛下来，暂时放松了对周围世界的戒心。
“Thank you. But I like it here. It’s quiet.” Ye looked at the dim outline of the dark woods in the moonlight.
“谢谢，不过我觉得这里很好，挺安静的。”文洁看着月光下大兴安岭朦胧的林海说。
“No! How can I do that?” Bai shook his head. “The woman warriors of the Construction Corps work just as hard as the men every day. You should get back to have some rest. Tomorrow you have to get up at six to work in the mountains. Oh, Wenjie, I’ll be heading back to division headquarters the day after tomorrow. I will explain your situation to my superiors. Maybe it will help.”
“不，那哪行！”白沐霖连连摆手说，“你们建设兵团的女战士，白天干的都是男同志的活儿，快回去休息吧，明天六点就要上山呢。哦，文洁，我后天就要回师部了，我会把你的情况向上级反映一下，也许能帮上忙呢。”
More than an hour later, she was done copying the letter. She wrote out the address on the envelope as Bai dictated it and got up to say good-bye. At the door, she turned around. “Let me have your jacket. I’ll wash it for you.” She was surprised by her own boldness.
一个多小时后，信抄完了，又按白沐霖说的地址和收信人写好了信封，文洁起身告辞，走到门口时，她回头说：“把你的外衣拿来，我帮你洗洗吧。”说完后，她对自己的这一举动很吃惊。
“I’m leaving,” Ye said in a soft voice. And she did.
“我走了。”叶文洁轻声说，转身离去。
“Are you trying to run away from something?”
“你是不是在逃避什么？”
Bai watched her slender figure disappear in the moonlight. Then he lifted his gaze to the dark woods that she had been looking at a moment earlier. In the distance, the gigantic antenna on top of Radar Peak rose once again, giving off a cold, metallic glint.
白沐霖看着她那纤细的身影在月光下消失，然后，他抬头遥望文洁刚才看过的林海，看到远方的雷达峰上，巨大的天线又缓缓立起，闪着金属的冷光。
One afternoon three weeks later, Ye Wenjie was summoned back to company headquarters from the logging camp. As soon as she entered the office, she sensed the mood was wrong. The company commander and the political instructor were both present, along with a stranger with a stern expression. On the desk in front of the stranger was a black briefcase, and an envelope and a book lay next to it. The envelope was open, and the book was the copy of Silent Spring that she had read.
三个星期后的一天中午，叶文洁被从伐木场紧急召回连部。一走进办公室，她就发现气氛不对，连长和指导员都在，还有一个表情冷峻的陌生人，他面前的办公桌上放着一个黑色的公文包，旁边两件东西显然是从公文包中拿出来的，那是一个信封和一本书，信封是拆开的，书就是那本她看过的《SILENT SPRING》。
During those years, everyone had a special sensitivity for their own political situation. The sense was especially acute in Ye Wenjie. She felt the world around her closing in like a sack being drawn shut, and everything pressing in on her.
这个年代的人对自己的政治处境都有一种特殊的敏感，而这种敏感在叶文洁身上更强烈一些，她顿时感到周围的世界像一个口袋般收紧，一切都向她挤压过来。
“Did you write this letter?” Director Zhang asked. He pulled the letter out of the envelope. Ye reached for it, but Zhang held on to the letter and showed it to her page by page until he reached the very last page, the one she was most interested in. There was no signature except “The Revolutionary Masses.”
“这封信是你写的吗？”张主任问，同时从信封中抽出信来。叶文洁伸手去拿，但张主任没给她，仍把信拿在自己手中，一页一页翻给她看，终于翻到了她想看的最后一页，落款上没有姓名，只写着“革命群众”四个字。
“Ye Wenjie, this is Director Zhang of the Division Political Department. He’s here to investigate.” Her political instructor pointed at the stranger. “We hope you will cooperate fully and tell the truth.”
“叶文洁，这是师政治部来调查的张主任，”指导员指指陌生人说，“希望你配合，要讲实话。”
“But this is your handwriting.”
“可这是你的笔迹。”
“Yes, but I just copied it for someone else.”
“是，可我是帮别人抄的。”
“No, I did not write this.” Ye shook her head in fright.
“不，不是我写的。”文洁惊恐地摇摇头。
“I helped a reporter from the Great Production News. He was here a few weeks ago. His name is –“
“是帮那位上星期到连队来采访的《大生产报》记者抄的，他叫…”
“Who?”
“帮谁？”
Normally, whenever she suffered some injustice at the company, Ye refused to protest openly. She simply endured silently, and would never consider implicating others. But this time was different. She understood very well what this meant.
平时在连队遇到什么事，叶文洁很少为自己申辩，所有的亏都默默地吃了，所有的委屈都默默地承受，更不用说牵连别人了。但这次不同，她很清楚这意味着什么。
“Ye Wenjie!” Director Zhang’s two black eyes were trained on her like the barrels of two guns. “I am warning you: Framing others will only make your problem worse. We’ve already clarified the situation with Comrade Bai Mulin. His only involvement was posting the letter from Hohhot under your direction. He had no idea as to the letter’s contents.”
“叶文洁！”张主任的眼睛像两个黑洞洞的枪口对着她，“我警告你，诬陷别人会使你的问题更加严重。我们已经从白沐霖同志那里调查清楚了，他只是受你之托把信带到呼和浩特发出去，并不知道信的内容。”
Instead of answering, Director Zhang picked up the book. “Your letter was clearly inspired by this book.” He showed the book to the company director and the political instructor. “Silent Spring was published in America in 1962 and has been quite influential in the capitalist world.”
张主任没有回答她的话，而是拿起了那本书，“你写这封信，一定是受到了它的启发。”他把书对着连长和指导员展示了一下，“这本书叫《寂静的春天》，1962年在美国出版，在资本主义世界影响很大。”
“But this book… it doesn’t belong to me.”
“可这本书…也不是我的。”文洁无力地说。
“He… he said that?” Ye felt everything go black before her eyes.
“他…是这么说的？！”文洁眼前一黑。
“Comrade Bai was appointed as a translator by the appropriate authorities. So it was perfectly legitimate for him to carry it. Of course, he is responsible for being careless and allowing you to steal it while he was participating in Construction Corps work assignments. From this book, you obtained intellectual weapons that could be used to attack socialism.”
“白沐霖同志是上级指定的本书译者之一，他携带这本书是完全合法的，当然，他也负有保管责任，不该让你趁他在劳动中不备时偷拿去看——现在，你从这本书中找到了向社会主义进攻的思想武器。”
He then took another book out of the briefcase. The cover was white with black characters. “This is the Chinese translation. The appropriate authorities distributed it to select cadres as internal reference so that it could be criticized. As of now, the appropriate authorities have already given their clear judgment: The book is a toxic piece of reactionary propaganda. It takes the stance of pure historical idealism and espouses a doomsday theory. Under the guise of discussing environmental problems, it seeks to justify the ultimate corruption of the capitalist world. The content is extremely reactionary.”
他接着从公文包中拿出了另一本书，封面是白皮黑字，“这是这本书的中译本，是有关部门以内参形式下发的，供批判用。现在，上级对这本书已经做出了明确的定性：这是一部反动的大毒草。该书从唯心史观出发，宣扬末世论，借环境问题之名，为资本主义世界最后的腐朽没落寻找托辞，其实质是十分反动的。”
Half a century later, historians would all agree that this event in 1969 was a turning point in humankind’s history. Without intending to, Bai became a key historical figure. But he never learned of this fact. Historians recorded the rest of his uneventful life with disappointment. He continued to work at Great Production News until 1975, when the Inner Mongolia Production and Construction Corps was disbanded. He was then sent to a city in Northeast China to work for the Science Association until the beginning of the eighties. Then he left the country for Canada, where he taught at a Chinese school in Ottawa until 1991, when he died from lung cancer. For the rest of his life, he never mentioned Ye Wenjie, and we do not know if he ever felt remorse or repented for his actions.
半个世纪后，历史学家们一致认为，l969年的这一事件是以后人类历史的一个转折点。白沐霖无意之中成为一个标志性的关键历史人物，但他自己没有机会知道这点，历史学家们失望地记载了他平淡的余生。白沐霖在《大生产报》一直工作到1975年，那时内蒙古建设兵团撤销，他调到一个东北城市的科协工作至上世纪八十年代初，然后出国到加拿大，在渥太华一所华语学校任教师至l991年，患肺癌去世。余生中他没对任何人提起过叶文洁的事，是否感到过自责和忏悔也不得而知。
Ye Wenjie held her tongue. She knew that she had already fallen to the bottom of the pit. Any struggle was useless.
叶文洁沉默了，她知道自己已经掉到陷阱的底部，任何挣扎都是徒劳的。
Contrary to certain historical records that later became publicized, Bai Mulin did not intend to frame Ye Wenjie at the start. The letter he wrote to the central leadership in Beijing was likely based on a real sense of responsibility. Back then, many people wrote to the central leadership with all kinds of personal agendas. Most of these letters were never answered, but a few of the letter writers did see their political fortunes rise meteorically overnight, while others invited catastrophe. The political currents of the time were extremely complex. As a reporter, Bai believed he could read the currents and avoid dangerous sensitivities, but he was overconfident, and his letter touched a minefield that he did not know existed. After he heard about its reception, fear overwhelmed everything else. In order to protect himself, he decided to sacrifice Ye Wenjie.
与后来人们熟知的一些历史记载相反，白沐霖当初并非有意陷害叶文洁，他写给中央的那封信也可能是出于真诚的责任心。那时怀着各种目的直接给中央写信的人很多，大多数信件石沉大海，也有少数人因此一夜之间飞黄腾达或面临灭顶之灾。当时的政治神经是极其错综复杂的，作为记者，白沐霖自以为了解这神经系统的走向和敏感之处，但他过分自信了，他这封信触动了他以前不知道的雷区。得知消息后，恐惧压倒了一切，他决定牺牲叶文洁，保护自己。
The political instructor picked up the theme. “I’ve always said that I thought she had a deep-rooted resentment of the Cultural Revolution.”
“我早就看出来，她对‘文化大革命’的抵触情绪是根深蒂固的。”指导员接着说。
“Wenjie, the company has treated you extremely well.” The company commander exhaled a thick cloud of smoke from his Mohe tobacco. He stared at the ground and continued. “By birth and family background, you’re politically suspect. But we’ve always treated you as one of our own. Both the political instructor and I have spoken to you many times concerning your tendency to sequester yourself from the people, and your lack of self-motivation in seeking progress. We want to help you. But look at you! You’ve committed such a serious error!”
“小叶啊，连里对你可是仁至义尽了。”连长喷出一口辣烈的莫合烟，看着地面说，“你出身和家庭背景都不好，可我们没把你当外人。针对你脱离群众、不积极要求进步的倾向，我和指导员都多次找你谈过，想帮助你。谁想到，你竟犯了这么严重的错误！”
“Have her escorted to division headquarters this afternoon, along with the evidence of her crime,” Director Zhang said, his face impassive.
“下午，派两个人，把她和这些罪证一起送到师部去。”张主任面无表情地说。
The three other women prisoners in the cell were taken away one by one until only Ye was left. The small pile of coal in the corner had been exhausted, and no one came to replenish it. The fire in the stove had gone out a while ago. It was so cold in the cell that Ye had to wrap herself in the blanket.
同室的三名女犯相继被提走，监室里只剩叶文洁一个人了。墙角的那一小堆煤用完了也没人来加，炉子很快灭了，监室里冷了下来，叶文洁不得不将被子裹在身上。
Two officials came to her before it got dark. The older one, a female cadre, was introduced by her associate as the military representative from the Intermediate People’s Court.
天黑前来了两个人，其中一名是年长些的女干部，随行的那人介绍说她是中级法院军管会的军代表（注：在“文革”的那一阶段，大部分中高级公检法机构处于军管状态，军代表对司法拥有最终决定权。）。
“It’s really cold in here. What happened to your stove?” Cheng gave a reprimanding look to the head of the detention center standing at the door of the cell. She turned back to Ye. “Hmm, you’re very young. Even younger than I imagined.”
“这么冷，炉子呢？”程丽华不满地看了站在门口的看守所所长一眼，又转向文洁，“嗯，年轻，你比我想的还年轻。”
“My name is Cheng Lihua,” the cadre introduced herself. She was in her forties, dressed in a military coat, and wore thick-rimmed glasses. Her face was gentle, and it was clear that she had been very beautiful when she was young. She spoke with a smile and instantly made people like her. Ye Wenjie understood that it was unusual for such a high-grade cadre to visit a prisoner about to be tried. Cautiously, she nodded at Cheng and moved to make space on her narrow cot so she could sit down.
“程丽华。”女干部自我介绍说，她四十多岁，身穿军大衣，戴着一副宽边眼镜，脸上线条柔和，看得出年轻时一定很漂亮，说话时面带微笑，让人感到平易近人。叶文洁清楚，这样级别的人来到监室见一个待审的犯人，很不寻常。她谨慎地对程丽华点点头，起身在狭窄的床铺上给她让出坐的地方。
She sat down on the cot right next to Ye and rummaged in her briefcase, still muttering. “Wenjie, you’re very confused. Young people are all the same. The more books you read, the more confused you become. Eh, what can I say…”
说完坐在床上，离文洁很近，低头翻起公文包来，嘴里还像老大妈似的嘟囔着，“小叶你糊涂啊，年轻人都这样，书越读得多越糊涂了，你呀你呀…”
Cheng placed the stack of papers on the bed in front of Ye and handed her a pen. “Come now, sign this. Then we can have a good heart-to-heart and resolve your ideological difficulties.” Her tone was like that of a mother trying to encourage her daughter to eat.
程丽华把那叠文件放到叶文洁面前的床面上，递给她一枝笔，“来，先签了字，咱们再好好谈谈，解开你的思想疙瘩。”她的语气，仿佛在哄一个小孩儿吃奶。
Cheng’s words seemed to draw Ye closer to her. But after having gone through so many troubles, Ye had learned to be cautious. She did not dare to believe in this kindness, which almost resembled a luxury.
程丽华的一席话拉近了叶文洁与她的距离，但叶文洁在灾难中学会了谨慎，她不敢贸然接受这份奢侈的善意。
She found what she was looking for and took out a small bundle of papers. Looking at Ye, her eyes were filled with kindness and affection. “But it’s not a big deal. What young person hasn’t made some mistakes? I made mistakes myself. When I was a young woman, as a member of the art troupe for the Fourth Field Army, I specialized in singing Soviet songs. One time, during a political study session, I announced that China should cease to be a separate country and join the USSR as a member republic. That way, international communism would be further strengthened. How naïve I was! But who wasn’t once naïve? What’s done is done. When you make a mistake, what’s important is to recognize it and correct it. Then you can continue the revolution.”
她找到了要找的东西，把那一小打文件抱在胸前，抬头看着叶文洁，目光中充满了慈爱，“不过，年轻人嘛，谁没犯过错误？我就犯过，那时我在四野的文工团，苏联歌曲唱得好，一次政治学习会上，我说我们应该并人苏联，成为苏维埃社会主义联盟的一个新共和国，这样国际共产主义的力量就更强大了…幼稚啊，可谁没幼稚过呢？还是那句话，不要有思想负担，有错就认识就改，然后继续革命嘛。”
Ye stared at the stack of papers silently and motionlessly. She did not pick up the pen.
叶文洁默默地看着那份文件，一动不动，没有去接笔。
Cheng gave her a forgiving smile. “You can trust me, Wenjie. I personally guarantee that this document has nothing to do with your case. Go ahead. Sign it.”
程丽华宽容地笑笑，“你是可以相信我的，我以人格保证，这文件内容与你的案子无关，签字吧。”
Her associate, who stood to the side, added, “Ye Wenjie, Representative Cheng is trying to help you. She’s been working hard on your behalf.”
站在一边的那名随行者说：“叶文洁，程代表是想帮你的，她这几天为你的事可没少操心。”
Cheng waved at him to stop. “It’s understandable. Poor child! You’ve been so frightened. There are some comrades whose political awareness is not adequately high. Some members of the Construction Corps and some of the folks from the people’s court employ such simplistic methods and behave so rudely. It’s completely inappropriate! All right, Wenjie, why don’t you read the document? Read it carefully.”
程丽华挥手制止他说下去。“能理解的，这孩子，唉，给吓坏了。现在一些人的政策水平实在太低，建设兵团的，还有你们法院的，方法简单，作风粗暴，像什么样子！好吧，小叶，来，看看文件，仔细看看吧。”
Ye picked up the document and flipped through it in the dim yellow light of the detention cell. Representative Cheng hadn’t lied to her. The document really had nothing to do with her case. It was about her father. In it was a record of her father’s interactions and conversations with certain individuals. The source was Wenjie’s younger sister, Wenxue. As one of the most radical Red Guards, Wenxue had always been proactive in exposing their father, and had composed numerous reports detailing his supposed sins. Some of the material she provided had ultimately led to his death.
叶文洁拿起文件，在监室昏黄的灯光下翻看着。程代表没骗她，这份材料确实与她的案子无关，是关于她那已死去的父亲的。其中记载了父亲与一些人交往情况和谈话内容，文件的提供者是叶文洁的妹妹叶文雪。作为一名最激进的红卫兵，叶文雪积极主动地揭发父亲，写过大量的检举材料，其中的一些直接导致了父亲的惨死。
But Ye could tell that this report didn’t come from the hand of her sister. Wenxue had an intense, impatient style. When you read her reports, each line would make an explosive impact, like a string of firecrackers. But this document was composed in a cool, experienced, meticulous style. Who spoke to whom, when, where, what was discussed — every detail was recorded, down to the exact date. For someone who wasn’t experienced, the contents seemed like a boring diary, but the calculating, cold purpose hidden within was very different from the childish antics of Wenxue.
但这一份材料文洁一眼就看出不是妹妹写的，文雪揭发父亲的材料文笔激烈，读那一行行字就像听着一挂挂炸响的鞭炮，但这份材料写得很冷静、很老到，内容翔实精确，谁谁谁哪年哪月哪日在哪里见了谁谁谁又谈了什么，外行人看去像一本平淡的流水账，但其中暗藏的杀机，绝非叶文雪那套小孩子把戏所能相比的。
Ye couldn’t really understand what the document was getting at, but she could sense that it had something to do with an important national defense project. As the daughter of a physicist, Ye guessed that it was a reference to the double-bomb project that had shocked the world in 1964 and 1967. During this period of the Cultural Revolution, in order to bring down a highly positioned individual, it was necessary to gather evidence of his deficiencies in the various areas he was in charge of. But for those plotting such political machinations, the double-bomb project posed great difficulties. People in the highest levels of the government placed the project under their protection to avoid disruption by the Cultural Revolution. It was difficult for those with nefarious purposes to pry into its inner workings.
材料的内容她看不太懂，但隐约感觉到与一个重大国防工程有关。作为物理学家的女儿，叶文洁猜出了那就是从1964年开始震惊世界的中国两弹工程。在这个年代，要搞倒一个位置很高的人，就要在其分管的各个领域得到他的黑材料，但两弹工程对阴谋家们来说是个棘手的领域，这个工程处于中央的重点保护之下，得以避开“文革”的风雨，他们很难插手进去。
“I really don’t.”
“我真的不知道。”
Due to her father’s family background, he couldn’t meet the political requirements and did not work on the double-bomb project. All he had done was some peripheral theoretical work for it. But it was easier to make use of him than those who had worked at the core of the project. Ye Wenjie couldn’t tell if the contents of the document were true or false, but she was sure that every character and every punctuation mark had the potential to deliver a fatal political blow. In addition to those targeted directly, countless others might have their fates altered because of this document. At the end of the document was her sister’s signature in large characters, and Ye Wenjie was supposed to sign as a witness. She noticed that three other witnesses had already signed.
由于出身问题没通过政审，父亲并没有直接参加两弹研制，只是做了一些外围的理论工作，但要利用他，比利用两弹工程的那些核心人物更容易些。叶文洁不知道材料上那些内容是真是假，但可以肯定，上面的每一个标点符号都具有致命的政治杀伤力。除了最终的打击目标外，还会有无数人的命运要因这份材料坠入悲惨的深渊。材料的末尾是妹妹那大大的签名，而叶文洁是要作为附加证人签名的，她注意到，那个位置已经有三个人签了名。
“How can you not know? Many of these conversations occurred right in your home. Your sister knew them. You must, too.”
“怎么会不知道呢？这其中许多的谈话都是在你家里进行的，你妹妹都知道你就不知道？”
“I don’t know anything about these conversations,” Ye said softly. She put the document back down.
“我不知道父亲和这些人说的这些话。”叶文洁把材料放回原位，低声说。
“But these conversations really did occur. You must have faith in us.”
“但这些谈话内容是真实的，你要相信组织。”
“I didn’t say they weren’t true. But I really don’t know about them. So I can’t sign.”
“我没说不是真的，可我真的不知道，所以不能签。”
“Ye Wenjie!” Cheng’s associate took a step closer. But Cheng stopped him again. She shifted to sit even closer to Ye and picked up one of her cold hands. “Wenjie, let me put all my cards on the table. Your case has a lot of prosecutorial discretion. On the one hand, we could minimize it as a case of an educated youth being fooled by a reactionary book — it’s not a big deal. We don’t even need to go through a judicial procedure. We’ll have you attend a political class and write a few self-criticism reports, and then you can go back to the Construction Corps. On the other hand, we could also prosecute this case to its fullest extent. Wenjie, you must know that you could be declared an active counter-revolutionary. “Now, faced with political cases like yours, all prosecutorial organs and courts would rather be too severe than too lax. This is because treating you too severely would just be a mistake in method, but treating you too laxly would be a mistake in political direction. Ultimately, however, the decision belongs to the military control commission. Of course, I’m telling you all this off the record.”
“叶文洁，”那名随行人员上前一步说，但又被程代表制止了。她朝文洁坐得更近些，拉起她一只冰凉的手，说：“小叶啊，我跟你交个底吧。你这个案子，弹性很大的，往低的说，知识青年受反动书籍蒙蔽，没什么大事，都不用走司法程序，参加一次学习班好好写几份检查，你就可以回兵团了；往高说嘛，小叶啊，你心里也清楚，判现行反革命是完全可以的。对于你这种政治案件，现在公检法系统都是宁左勿右，左是方法问题，右是路线问题，最终大方向还是要军管会定。当然，这话只能咱们私下说说。”
But Ye did not look at Representative Cheng. What she saw, instead, was her father’s blood. “Representative Cheng, I have no knowledge of the events recorded in this document. I cannot sign it.”
叶文洁没有看军代表，她看到了父亲的血。“程代表，我不知道上面写的事，我不会签的。”
Cheng’s associate added, “Representative Cheng is trying to save you. Three witnesses have already signed. Your refusal to sign is pretty much meaningless. I must urge you not to be confused, Ye Wenjie.”
随行人员说：“程代表是真的为你好，你自己看到了，已经有三个证人签字了，你签不签又有多大意义。叶文洁，你别一时糊涂啊。”
Cheng Lihua became quiet. She stared at Ye for a long while, and the cold air in the cell seemed to solidify. Then she slowly put the document back into her briefcase and stood up. Her kind expression did not disappear, but was set on her face like a plaster mask. Still appearing kind and affectionate, she walked to the corner of the cell, where there was a bucket for washing. She picked it up and poured half the water onto Ye and the other half onto her blanket, her movements never straying from a methodical calmness. Then she dropped the bucket and left the cell, pausing only to mutter, “You stubborn little bitch!”
程丽华沉默了，她盯着文洁看了好一会儿，冰冷的空气仿佛凝固了一般。然后她慢慢地将文件放回公文包，站起身，她脸上慈祥的表情仍然没有褪去，只是凝固了，仿佛戴着一张石膏面具。她就这样慈祥地走到墙角，那里放着一桶盥洗用的水，她提起桶，把里面的水一半泼到叶文洁的身上，一半倒在被褥上，动作中有一种有条不紊的沉稳，然后扔下桶转身走出门，扔下了一句怒骂：“顽固的小杂种！”
“Right, Wenjie,” Cheng continued. “It would break my heart to see an educated young person like you ruined by something like this. I really want to save you. Please cooperate. Look at me. Do you think I would hurt you?”
“是啊，小叶，看着你这个有知识的孩子就这么毁了，心疼啊！我真的想救你，你千万要配合。看看我，我难道会害你吗？”
Through her wet clothes, the chill of the Inner Mongolian winter seized Ye like a giant’s fist. She heard her teeth chatter, but eventually even that sound disappeared. The coldness penetrated into her bones, and the world in her eyes turned milky white. She felt that the entire universe was a huge block of ice, and she was the only spark of life within it. She was the little girl about to freeze to death, and she didn’t even have a handful of matches, only illusions…
在这内蒙古的严冬，寒冷通过湿透的衣服，像一个巨掌将叶文洁攥在其中，她听到自己牙齿打颤的“咯咯”声，后来这声音也消失了。深人骨髓的寒冷使她眼中的现实世界变成一片乳白色，她感到整个宇宙就是一块大冰，自己是这块冰中唯一的生命体。她这个将被冻死的小女孩儿手中连火柴都没有，只有幻觉了…
The head of the detention center was the last to leave. He stared coldly at Ye, soaked through and dripping, shut the cell door with a bang, and locked it.
看守所所长最后一个走，他冷冷地看了浑身湿透的文洁一眼，“咣”一声关上门并锁上了。
The block of ice holding her gradually became transparent. In front of her she could see a tall building. At the top, a young girl waved a bright red banner. Her slender figure contrasted vividly with the breadth of the flag: It was her sister, Wenxue. Ever since her little sister had made a clean break with her reactionary academic authority family, Wenjie had heard no news about her. She had only learned recently that Wenxue had died two years ago in one of the wars between Red Guard factions. As Ye watched, the figure waving the flag became Bai Mulin, his glasses reflecting the flames raging below the building; then it turned into Representative Cheng; then her mother, Shao Lin; then her father. The flag-bearer kept on changing, but the flag waved ceaselessly, like a perpetual pendulum, counting down the remainder of her short life. Gradually, the flag grew blurry; everything grew blurry. The ice that filled the universe once again sealed her at its center. Only this time, the ice was black.
她置身于其中的冰块渐渐变得透明了，眼前出现了一座大楼，楼上有一个女孩儿在挥动着一面大旗，她的纤小与那面旗的阔大形成鲜明对比，那是文洁的妹妹叶文雪。自从与自己的反动学术权威家庭决裂后，叶文洁再也没有听到过她的消息，直到不久前才知道妹妹已于两年前惨死于武斗。恍惚中，挥旗的人变成了白沐霖，他的眼镜反射着楼下的火光；接着那人又变成了程代表，变成了母亲绍琳，甚至变成父亲。旗手在不断变换，旗帜在不间断地被挥舞着，像一只永恒的钟摆，倒数着她那所剩无几的生命。渐渐地旗帜模糊了，一切都模糊了，那块充满宇宙的冰块又将她封在中心，这次冰块是黑色的。
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