甲午年关的一个雨夜,于雷老师飞抵杭州,旭堂陶明邀我在杭州某古街一小饭馆聚聚。于老师是我新闻界亦师亦友的故交,我欣然赴约。等他落座时已近晚上八点,寒暄几句,还未动筷,他那闪烁着灵光的小眼睛投向我,说要我写点东西,最好能结合自己的真情实感,十天之内交稿,我不假思索地说好。当然,我如此爽快答应,也是有原因的:一则于老师是个文化人,我平生最尊崇的就是文化人,有文化的人叫我写点东西,那是高看我,我自然要识趣;二则于老师是媒体编辑,掌握着 On a rainy night of Jiawu years, Yu Lei teacher arrived in Hangzhou, Xu Tao Tao invited me to a small restaurant in an ancient street in Hangzhou together. The teacher is my journalist is also a friend of friends, I am pleased to appoint. When he was seated, he was nearly eight o’clock in the evening, greeting a few words, not yet moving chopsticks, his little eyes flashing aroused me, saying that I write something, it is best to combine their true feelings, within ten days Submit, I say without hesitation. Of course, I promised so readily, but also for a reason: a teacher is a cultural person, my life is the most respected literary person, a literary person told me to write something, it is high to see me, I naturally want to know; Second, the teacher is a media editor, mastered