此刻,你和我在一起的照片实在太多,一叠又一叠,大约有一百多张。理着、理着,我的眼泪就会情不自禁流下来。因为作为合作伙伴,在我的十一部红诗中,你认真参与了几乎每一部作品的多次朗诵,还和我一起挺进北京或者深入基层表演。今年春节前,你因为患肺癌病重,《金号角》就成了你唯一一部没有参与我朗诵的作品。这也是我心中最大的遗憾。 At the moment, there are so many pictures of you and I, one after another, about a hundred. Reason, reason, my tears will not help but flow down. Because as a partner, in my eleven red poems, you took part in many recitals of almost every work, marched with me or went deep into grassroots performances. Before the Spring Festival this year, because you were seriously ill with lung cancer, “Golden Horn” became your only piece that did not participate in my reading. This is also the biggest regret in my heart.