先生与癌症苦斗经年,仍时时微笑。我们道别说出再见时,他却沉默着并无应答。他颤抖的手提起毛笔,写下“天道酬勤”四字,纸上惠我箴言,只说是人生的留念。1那年元宵节,北京冷风凄厉。八十七岁的马贤先生,扶着拐杖,我们并肩穿行在薄暮下的教子胡同。华灯初上,小街人声鼎沸,两旁餐厅飘出的蒸汽追逐着光束,云绕弥漫。老人清瘦,步履从容,不急不缓,拐杖锥地之声清脆响亮。斯时,他与癌症已经苦斗整整三年,仍然时时微笑。那天上午,他早 Mr. bitter struggle with cancer, still smiling. When we say goodbye, he is silent and does not respond. He shook his hand trembling brush, wrote “God’s reward”, the paper benefits my motto, saying only that life’s memory. 1 Lantern Festival that year, Beijing cold and sarcastic. Eighty-seven-year-old Mr. Ma Xian, holding a crutch, we walk side by side under the gods in the evening alley. In the early days of the Chinese lantern, the streets were full of voices and the steam floated by the restaurants on both sides chased the light beam and the clouds were diffused. Thin elderly, walking calm, not in a hurry, cried croaking loud and clear voice. Sri Lanka, he and the cancer have been fighting for three full years, still smiling. That morning, he was early