朱光潜先生,我的老师!当我最后一次凝视着那张令人肃然起敬的面庞,望着他那长眠中安谧的神态,我的心灵深处不由得迸发出悲恸的哭喊:“为国为民,您已鞠躬尽瘁,愿您的灵魂得到安息!” 朱光潜先生,我五十年代的尊师。晚年,他曾被授予各种荣誉的头衔和职位。但在我的心目中,他还是身着简朴布衣讲授翻译课的老教授。他精心备好课,从无一句赘言。我 Mr. Zhu Guangqian, my teacher! When I last gazed at the awe-inspiring face and looked at the peacefulness of his long sleep, my heart could not help burst into a grieved cry: “For the People of Our Country , You have spared no efforts in the hope that your soul will be rest! ”Mr. Zhu Guangqian, my fifties honor. In his later years, he was awarded a variety of honorary titles and positions. But in my mind, he was an old professor in a simple commoner who taught translation. He elaborated the class, without saying a word. I