在国庆节这个最最欢乐的日子里,我听到一个非常悲痛的消息。那一天,天气特别美,团团白云浮着,银燕高飞。我在观礼台上看着浩浩荡荡的游行队伍,完全忘记了自己。忽然有个人轻轻拍了拍我的肩膀,又亲切地唤了声“小鬼!”我回头一看,原来是延安留守兵团的一位老首长。他说:“你知道不知道高波的消息?”我说:“不知道。我们最后一次见面不在延安,是在三边,快二十年了,我一直在打听他的消息,你 During the most joyful days of National Day, I heard a very sad news. That day, the weather was particularly beautiful, the floating white clouds, silver flying high. I looked at the mighty parade on the terrace, completely forgetting myself. Suddenly a person patted me gently on the shoulder, and kindly called out the sound ”I kidnapped “ I looked back and turned out to be an old head of the Yan’an stay Corps. He said: ”You know you do not know the news of the wave?“ ”I said:" I do not know. The last time we met was not in Yanan, it was on three sides, almost two decades ago. I was always asking about his news.