4月26日是个周日,用完早餐后打开手机进入微博,想看看令人揪心的尼泊尔大地震的消息,刷屏间突然被一段文字击中:“诗人汪国真今凌晨两点十分去世……”第一反应是不相信!不可能啊,春节期间我们还通过电话,并有短信往来,尚年轻的他怎么可能说没就没了呢?说起汪国真,其实我们平时没啥交往,几十年前的一次偶遇也早已淡出记忆,如果不是汪国真成名 April 26 is a Sunday, after breakfast, open the cell phone into the Weibo, would like to see the grim earthquake in Nepal, the screen suddenly hit by a text: “Poet Wang Guo really two o’clock this morning Died ... ... ”The first reaction is not believe it! Impossible, ah, during the Spring Festival we also by phone, and text messages, still young, how could he not say it? Speaking Wang Guozhen, in fact, we usually nothing Contact, a few decades ago, a chance encounter has faded memories, if not Wang Guozhen fame