我天生胆小,因而特别崇敬英雄。 三十年前的一九六七年夏天,我蜷缩在杭州吴山上一间由庵堂改建的泥地小屋里。那里四季通风,阴暗潮湿,罕见阳光。好在即使炎夏也十分荫凉,而且远离大街上那份轰轰烈烈的疯狂喧嚣。我利用这难得的清静重读尤利乌斯·伏契克——其他的书都被大革文化命的烈火烧掉了,却侥幸保存了他的。越读,越感到这位以自己的生命体现了“布拉格精神”的捷克记者、作家、不朽的反法西斯英雄的人格魅力照亮了这片阴暗, I am timid, so I particularly revere heroes. Thirty years ago in the summer of 1967, I curled up in a muddy hut converted from an nunnery in Wushan, Hangzhou. There are four seasons ventilation, dark and humid, rare sunshine. Fortunately, even in the summer is very cool, and far away from the share of the streets of the vigorous crazy noise. I use this rare quiet reread Julius Fuchik - the other books were burned by the fire of the Great Revolution, but saved his luck. The more you read, the more you feel the charisma of the charismatic Czech writer, writer and immortal anti-fascist hero who embodies “Prague Spirit” with his own life.