The death of Mr. Yang Mu reminds me of a past event

Taiwanese poet Yang Mu died of illness in Taipei on March 13 at the age of 79. Mr. Yang graduated from the Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature at Tunghai University in 1964. He and I were 20 years apart in school. Between the two time and space, we have no overlap in reality. However, despite the gap in time and space, we still feel somewhat close, as if we are walking on the same street. Behind his shadow, I found some unforgettable passages in my life.

The Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature at Tunghai University left me with many wonderful memories. Every time I went to the law school for classes, I would always pass by the group of Japanese-style bungalows with a simple and plain appearance. They were buildings from the Japanese occupation era and were adjacent to white buildings. The glass-topped style of the department seems a bit out of order. I am not sure whether Mr. Yang Mu has ever taken classes there, but I am sure that the Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature has gone through many years. I don’t know how many people have studied there, for knowledge, for friendship, etc. Love has left traces of countless years and written many chapters of life.

The Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature is an important part of my college love life. Chu Wei, a petite and cute school girl with short hair, is a first-year student in the Department of Foreign Languages. When the bell rings at noon, I always stand by the small tree outside the classroom, surrounded by the crowds of people. Among the outgoing students, I would look for her who was holding a thick book of English literature in both hands and a blue bag hanging on her shoulder. Sometimes she was accompanied by two or three roommates, but when she saw my appearance, she They would walk away with a heartfelt smile, leaving us both to enjoy a quick lunch together.

The Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature is a well-known department in the East China Sea. The junior girl has a lot of homework. Apart from theoretical subjects, she is most afraid of studying Shakespeare's drama. In order to get points for this subject, the tutor appointed her to participate in a performance of Shakespeare's plays. She told me not to show up for Mlet's play beforehand, otherwise she would be under even greater pressure, but I still went secretly. I sat under the stage, choosing a position where she would not be easily noticed, and watched her performance, because I She knew intuitively that she needed me to support her, and she also felt that I was hiding in the crowd in the audience. This was the closest I got to Shakespeare in my life, and it was also the beginning of our falling in love.

The weekly flag-raising ceremony is the most annoying common memory for many Donghai people. All students in the school are required to gather at the sports ground before class in the morning, put on military training uniforms, line up neatly, salute the flag and sing the national anthem. For those students who don’t want to sleep at night, Speaking, it is undoubtedly a punishment. The flag-raising ceremony on this day was a little special. After the ceremony went as usual, I felt that the principal on the podium was a little excited. He announced to everyone present that the school had caught a pervert last night. As soon as he finished speaking, the school police escorted a person out from the side. , this man’s hands were handcuffed from behind, and he lowered his head and stood on the right side of the principal. The principal kept counting his crimes, and his voice became louder and louder. The suspect had already burst into tears in front of everyone. He couldn’t help but He kept pumping like a dead tree about to fall. This was a public trial, an extrajudicial public trial.

The book says that no one has the right to conduct a public trial under the law, and all suspects must be convicted in court. This is respect for the rule of law and respect for human rights. But reality tells me that a person who came from the police school to be the principal has the right to conduct public trials. I once recorded my disgust at this farce in a student paper, and afterwards I even blamed myself for not having the courage to go to the stage. Above, the general took off his training uniform and covered the suspect's head and face. Today I thought, what would Mr. Yang Mu's reaction be if he were present? The answer may lie in the poem "Someone Asked Me Questions about Justice and Justice". This poem shows that his style is that of a poet who cares about society and accuses, satirizes and criticizes social injustice. Before reading Mr. Yang Mu’s poems, prose and other works, I was unable to understand the pain of the victims of social injustice, and I didn’t care whether reality was full of people who abused their privileges. Yang Mu made me realize that there are still many people standing on the moral high ground. Convicting others and using the power given by the law to inflict institutional violence.