六月二十八日上午,当我怀着悲痛的心情,走近阿英同志的遗体,向他告别的时候,我的眼泪,一滴接一滴,洒落到胸前。阿英同志,今年一月,我从你阔别了五十多年的家乡安徽来到北京,和你分享粉碎“四人帮”的欢乐。当时,你已经卧床不起。你用微弱然而激动的声音同我谈起:你在一九四三年秋,为《盐阜日报》校对毛主席 On the morning of June 28, when I approached the body of Commander Aying with my sad heart and bid farewell to him, my tears dripped onto my chest. In January this year, Comrade A Ying, I came to Beijing from your hometown of Anhui, which I have been leaving for more than 50 years. I share with you the joy of smashed the Gang of Four. At that time, you were already bedridden. You talk to me in a weak but exciting voice: In the autumn of 1943, you proofread Chairman Mao for the Yanfu Daily newspaper