牛汉先生走了。走的那天是9月29日,高龄90岁。他的去世,使我失去了又一位慈父、良师、益友。更令我痛惜与感伤的是,他是扶持我走上学术道路的前辈。大约是在1987年的12月中旬的一天,浴火重生的我,自冰天雪地的哈尔滨来到京城。在北京,一位数年前我结识的《当代》老编辑领着我来到了北二环路旁东中街42号(今保利大厦后侧)人民文学出版社的家属宿舍四单元的二楼。这一天,牛汉先生正好在家。63岁的他尚未退休,正与社长陈早春一起 Mr. Niu Han left. The day of the walk is September 29, the oldest is 90 years old. His death, so I lost another father, mentor, friend. What made me sad and sentimental was that he was a predecessor who helped me to embark on the academic path. About one day in mid-December of 1987, I came back to the capital from the ice-cold city of Harbin. In Beijing, a “contemporary” old editor I met a few years ago led me to the second floor of Unit Four of the Family Quarters of People’s Literature Publishing House, 42 Dongzheng Street, North Second Ring Road (now Poly Plaza) . On this day, Mr. Niu Han is at home. 63-year-old he has not retired, is with President Chen early spring together