倒退一年,我怎么也想不到会提笔写起回忆录。那时候,我太忙、太累,巨大的责任感使我无暇回忆往昔,我象一个艰难的跋涉者,一步步费力地向上攀登,却不能回头看一看。辞职以后,过上了我几十年来从未尝受的轻闲生活。但很快我又发觉,支配我生命和理想的排球,总时时飞进我的脑海,无论沉思、遐想、回忆甚至在梦乡中,排球总是不愿让我轻闲。热情的观众更体贴我的心,从我退下的第一天起,他们就象久已熟识的朋友,彼此诉说着衷情。看到他们滚烫的话语,我常常合上信,抑制住涌满眼眶的泪水。我向来自信是个男子汉,在困难和失败面前从不退缩,但不知此刻怎么竟变得这样脆弱。我有时漫步在街头,常有陌生的朋友走过来,亲切地询问我:“邓指导,您的病好了吗?” Back a year, how can I not think of a pen to write a memoir. At that time, I was too busy, too tired, a huge sense of responsibility so I have no time to recall the past, I like a difficult trekkers, step by step upward climb, but can not look back. After resigning, I had lived a leisurely life that I had never tasted for decades. But soon I found that the volleyball that dominated my life and ideals always flew into my mind, volleyball always reluctant to let me light regardless of meditation, reverie, memories and even in my dreams. Enthusiastic audience is more considerate of my heart, from the first day I quit, they are like a long time friend, told each other love. To see their hot words, I often closed the letter, curb the tears filled with eyes. I have always been a man of self-confidence, never retreat in the face of difficulties and failures, but I do not know how it has become so fragile at the moment. I sometimes walked in the street, often strange friends came over, kindly asked me: “Deng guidance, your illness is good?”