铜像我静静地伫立于您面前。注视着您。注视着您的铜像。注视着您的铜像后面的历史烟云里您若隐若现的面容。……岁月如风。如烟。如梦。如山。25年前,已经改革开放。我回故乡省亲。父亲说:去看看他吧。他现在终于不错了。父亲知道,做了作家的我,对您一直崇拜着,关注着,感慨着……于是,我们爷俩儿一起去看您。在您的办公室。 I like the statue standing quietly in front of you. Watching you. Look at your bronze statue. Watch your looming face in the clouds of history behind your bronze statue. ... years windy. Smoke. Dreaming. Like a mountain. 25 years ago, has been reform and opening up. I go back to my hometown pro. Father said: go see him. He is finally good now. My father knows that I, who is a writer, has always admired you, watched and said with emotion ... So, the two of us went to see you. In your office.