十一年中间我只写了一篇文章。这第一篇文章刚刚发表,那天我开了一整天的会,傍晚回家,感到疲劳。有一位陌生的中年人来找我,说是从北京出差到上海,住在我家附近的招待所里,一两天就要走了,只是因为我在文章里用感激和怀念的词句讲到敬爱的周总理,他冒着小雨来找我谈谈。这是一位贫苦出身的北方干部,他在我的屋子里坐了一会,我们谈起来象熟人一样。后来我送他到门口,才问清楚他的姓名,可是我感觉到我是在同一位亲 In the eleventh year I wrote only one essay. The first article was just published. I had a full day’s meeting that day and returned home early in the evening to feel tired. An unfamiliar middle-aged man came to me and said that he was going to Shanghai from a business trip in Beijing. He lived in a hostel near my house for a day or two just because I talked about love in my article with gratitude and miss. Premier Zhou, who came to me for a light rain. This is a poor northern cadres, he sat in my house for a while, we talked like an acquaintance. Later, I sent him to the door and asked him for his name, but I felt like I was with the same pro