我的老师邢昭远先生去世一年了。在这一年里,我经常会想到一个问题,并且无数次问自己:“生命的真谛究竟是什么?”对此,我无从找寻答案。我在这个冬夜里经常会失眠,披衣而起,去书房找一本书,静静读着。抬起头来的时候,就会看到邢先生写的条幅挂在墙上。读书累了,我会向窗外望去,窗外漆黑的夜空中有一颗遥远并且明亮的星,闪烁着,我总会把它当做是邢先生的化身。他远远地看着我,看着我读书。 Mr. Xing Zhaoyuan, my teacher, died a year ago. During this year, I often think of a problem, and countless times to ask myself: “What is the true meaning of life? ” In this regard, I can not find the answer. I often insomnia this winter night, dressed in clothes, go to the study to find a book, read quietly. When looked up, you will see Mr. Xing’s banner hanging on the wall. Reading tired, I will look out the window, there is a distant and bright star in the dark night sky, shining, I always think of it as Xing incarnation. He looked at me far and watched me study.