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乌云滚滚,恶浪翻腾的一九七六年一月八日晚,我回到了祖国的首都北京,走进家门放下行装,立即听到我们敬爱的周总理因病去世的消息。真象晴天霹雳!难道是真的吗?周总理和我们永别了?! 那几天的清晨和傍晚,我多少次徘徊在天安门前,人民英雄纪念碑下。伟大的祖国人民啊,就象流不尽的长河,默默地流向纪念碑旁。手上的小白花已筑成一道道白色的花墙。老太太带着儿子和孙女儿,一家都在哭泣,低声地喊着总理呀我们的好总理。我心中的眼泪和千百万人民
On the evening of January 8, 1976, I returned to the capital of the motherland in Beijing. I walked into the house and put off my luggage and immediately heard the news of our beloved Premier Zhou’s death due to illness. Truth like a thunderbolt! Really? Premier Zhou and us farewell ?! The morning and evening those days, how many times I wandered in front of Tiananmen Square, the Monument to the People’s Heroes. The great people of the motherland, like endless rivers, flow silently to the monument. Small white flowers in hand have been built into a white flower wall. The old lady with her son and granddaughter, one is crying, whispered shouting the Prime Minister ah our good Prime Minister. Tears in my heart and millions of people