从医院出来,我长时间沉浸在悲痛、感叹和无奈之中。岁月不饶人啊!这个当年健谈的、热情的、质朴的、勤奋的、忙碌的,永远是那么英气勃勃的大作家,如今因为几次脑血栓的侵袭,竟成了这副模样:形销骨立,皮包骨头,瘦削得变了形;不能说话,不能行动, 一动不动地躺在病床上,脸上也没有任何表情——除了一双还算黑白分明的大眼睛,随着你的说话而转动外,其余的一切,似乎都已经“僵”死了…… Out from the hospital, I was immersed in grief, laments and helplessness for a long time. Time is not forgiven! This talkative, passionate, simple, diligent, busy, always so dynamic and great writer, now because of the invasion of several cerebral thrombosis, has become a pair of appearance: shaped pin Bones, skinny, thin, deformed; can not speak, can not move, motionless lying in bed, no expression on his face - in addition to a pair of fairly black and white eyes, as you speak Turning, everything else seems to have been “dead” dead ...