今天早上,陈言老师走了,我心里空空的、沉沉的。就在几天前,我和作协的几位同志去医院看他,那天,他精神状态特别好,边打点滴,边要坐起来说话,大家要他躺下,他执意不肯。我知道他好强了一辈子,他怎么能以躺着的姿态面对我们这些后辈儿呢?于是他坐起来,尽量把自己的腰背挺直,脸上平静祥和,依然一口难懂的苏北话,依然节奏铿锵、堂音很足。 This morning, Chen Yan teacher left, my heart empty, heavy. Just a few days ago, a few comrades with the Writers Association went to the hospital to see him. On that day, he was in a particularly good state of mind. He asked to sit up and talk while he was lying down. He refused to do so. I know he is a good strong life, how could he face us lay-back attitude of these children? So he sat up, try to keep his back straight, his face calm and peaceful, still an inexplicable Su North dialect , Still sonorous sonorous, very good pronunciation.