摘要
IT is 45 years since Chen Xiuhe and I married on January 31, 1948, when my hometown was liberated. However, at that time there existed no law about marriage, so mine was an old-style union. My mother was ill and our domestic affairs needed managing. My parents and hers decided for us that we should be married—I was 15 and she was 18. I didn’t know much about worldly affairs except I knew I should study
