三月的一天,我到华东医院去探望罗洛同志。他静静地躺在病床上。脸色很憔悴,人也消瘦,却依然挂着谦和淡然的微笑。这笑意,我看了八年,很熟悉的。像微风掠过湖面漾起的浅浅的波纹。他笑得很吃力。我们都已经知道他得了肺癌,上上下下都瞒着他。但是,我想,他自己肯定是觉察到了。我问他,身体还好吗? One day in March, I went to Huadong Hospital to visit Comrade Rolf Luo. He was lying quietly on the bed. His face is haggard, thin people, but still hung a modest and indifferent smile. This is a smile, I saw eight years, very familiar. Like a gentle breeze across the surface of the lake rippling waves. He laughed very hard. We all know he had lung cancer, up and down without telling him. However, I think he must have been aware of it. I asked him, is the body okay?