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在请朋友们为大哥雷雯的诗文集写点文章时,朋友们都说我应写点什么,三哥在电话里也这样对我说过几次。我一直没有说行或是不行,因为每次说到或想到这事时,心里就骤然一紧。大哥去世快三年了,望着他生前的居室,被子还是那样铺着;书桌上还放着他看的杂志和报纸;抽屉里还放着朋友们的来信和他的手稿;书柜里的书还是那样分两排整齐地放着;衣橱里他的衣服还是那样挂着和叠着。我一直在整理、校对他的遗作,感受着他的思想、情操,两年多来似乎没有中断
When I asked my friends to write an essay for Brother Lei Wen’s poetry collection, my friends said that I should write something, and my third brother said to me several times on the phone. I have not said yes or no, because every time I talk about or think about it, my heart suddenly gets tighter. Brother died almost three years, looking at his living room, the quilt or so paved; desk also placed his reading magazines and newspapers; drawer also placed a friend’s letter and his manuscript; bookcase book Or so neatly placed in two rows; his wardrobe so hung and stacked like that. I have been finishing, proofreading his legacy, feeling his thoughts, sentiments, there seems to be no interruption for more than two years