我的爸爸邵洵美,走了四十年了。我和他最后的一面是在病室里,陪伴他和死神搏斗通宵之后的第二天黄昏,我来向他告别。他急促的呼吸趋平和了些,脸瘦得变陌生了,眼梢挤出一丝熟悉的笑,勉强欠起身来伸出手,与 Shao 洵 Mei my father, gone for forty years. I and his last aspect is in the ward, to accompany him and death fight the night after the twilight, I come to bid farewell to him. His flattened breath swelled and his face became thinner, his eyes squeezing a familiar laugh, barely enough to reach out and reach out