上午,阳光正好。捧起一本夏传才先生的著作,开卷即不愿释手。看夏先生的文章,恰如与他对面相坐一般,言语亲切、平和、睿智、深刻,又不失幽默。该去看看先生了,虽如此想,却不忍合上书。午饭后,我给好友发去短信:什么时候去看先生?我不知道,此时此刻,在城市的那一端,先生正在与世间挥手作别……到了晚上,看到河北师范大学古代文学教研室发的讣告,我才迟迟地举起了手,回应先生。这一天是2017年2月7日,先生于13时06分离 In the morning, the sun is right. Winning a book by Mr. Xia Chuan-cai, unwilling to let go. Look at Mr. Xia’s article, just as sitting opposite him in general, speech cordial, peaceful, wise, profound, yet without humor. The look to see Mr., though so think, but could not bear to close the letter. After lunch, I send a text message to my friend: When did you go to see Mr.? I do not know, at this moment, at the end of the city, Mr. waving goodbye with the world ... ... At night, I saw Hebei Normal University Department of Ancient Literature Obituary, I raised my hand delay, respond to Mr. This day was February 7, 2017, and my husband separated at 13.06