甲午年酷夏,莫怀戚走了。从今往后,烈酒、火锅、长江的洪水、嘉陵江的落日以及重庆的漂亮妹儿,还有他热爱的足球赛事,这些曾经带给他无数细小的喜悦和灵感的事物,都与他不相干了。而我们这些活着的人,争着撰文说他,与其说是缅怀,不如说,是在用文字安抚自已——一个兄弟的突然辞世,让我们难以接受断臂的痛楚。立秋那天,兄弟们重新聚在一起。老莫 A summer cool summer, Mo Huai Qi away. From now on, spirits, hot pots, the floods of the Yangtze River, the sunset of the Jialing River, the beautiful sister in Chongqing, and his beloved soccer matches, all of which have given him innumerable subtle pleasures and inspiration, Coherent. And those of us who are living, competing for an article to say that he is not so much a memory as saying that he is using words to appease himself - the sudden death of a brother makes it hard to accept the pain of a broken arm. In the autumn, the brothers reunited together. Old Mo