林曼先生去世将近一年了,我还时常想起这位失聪的老人。每当这时,我就有一种感动,敬仰和怀念之情充盈胸间。在湘乡的“文学青年”队伍中,我可能算得上是林曼先生的开门弟子。20年前,我分在城边的一所中学当语文教师,满脑子还在做着大学时代的文学梦,充满着想象和浪漫。我们几位 Nearly a year after Mr. Linman’s death, I often think of the deaf old man. Whenever this time, I have a moving, admiration and miss filling the chest. In Xiangxiang’s “Literary Youth” ranks, I may be regarded as the open disciple of Mr. Lin Man. Twenty years ago, I was a middle school student in the city. As a language teacher, I was still doing my college literature dream, full of imagination and romance. A few of us