'I saw you 11 years ago, Secretary Lu ... at a meeting at school. You'd come to tell us about fighting the Japanese ... I thought you were a great man; you were a real living symbol of something, a symbol of the older revolutionaries who had struggled hard to change things, the glorious traditions they had, how they were our models. Then, two months later I saw you again ... It was the summer of 1966. I'd gone to the University sports ground to see the capitalist roaders being struggled against. A whole line of them was brought out. You were in that line.' (Peng Xiaolei in Liu Xinwu's 'Awake, my brother,' The Wounded, Joint Publications, Hong Kong, 1979, p. 193.