我家里有邓拓手书赠与杨述的一首诗,原诗是: “当年风雨读书声,血火文章意不平。生欲济人应碌碌,心为革命自明明。艰辛化作他山石,赴蹈从知壮士情,岁月有穷愿无尽,四时检点听鸡鸣。” 这是当年在遂安伯胡同邓拓对客挥毫之作。诗既遒健而深刻,字又正发挥了诗的风格。后来邓拓遭奇冤去世,此幅被作为他的“罪证”而没收,直到“四人帮”覆灭,才得发还。我们一直视为鸿宝,挂在客堂里。 My family has a handwritten book of Deng Tuo Yang Shu wrote a poem, the original poem is: “The wind and rain reading books, blood fire is not flat. Dance from Zhi Zhuang Shiqing, years of endless exhaustion, check the cock at four o’clock. ”This is the then Bian Tuo alley with Tuo off off for guests. Poetry is both healthy and profound, the word is playing a poetic style. Later, Deng Tuo was bitterly resentful and died. This piece was confiscated as his “evidence of guilt.” It was not until the “gang of four” wiped out that he had to be repatriated. We have been regarded as Hongbao, hung in the guest room.