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七月十二日,我去长春参加吉林省著名作家丁仁堂同志的追悼会。我耳旁回荡着哀乐,两眼凝视着他的遗像,但心中总觉得这一切都是梦,因为刚刚在十天以前,我还同他生活在一起。记得临别时,他亲自送我到大安县火车站。当车轮启动的时候,他跟着火车跑了一段路,挥着手说:“九月份,北京见!”象他这样一个活蹦乱跳、浑身充满生气的人,我怎么也不相信会突然病逝。这种感情与现实的矛盾,更增添了我心中的悲痛。我和仁堂同
On July 12, I went to Changchun to attend the memorial service of Comrade Ding Ren Tang, a famous writer in Jilin Province. My ear echoed sorrow and sorrow, eyes gazing at his portrait, but I always felt that all this is a dream, because just ten days ago, I still live with him. I remember when parting, he personally sent me to Da’an Railway Station. When the wheel started, he followed the train for a while, waved his hand and said: “See you in Beijing in September!” "Like him, a man full of life, full of vitality, I do not believe how suddenly died. The contradiction between this feeling and reality adds more to the grief in my heart. I am with Ren Tong