作家吴伯萧生前一直住在北京沙滩后街那所老房里。从“文革”后期起,我成了那里的熟客,每次进京,都要去拜访老房的主人、我心目中尊为师长的这位忠厚长者。那间既是工作室又是会客室的屋子大而无当,北面是一堵书墙,塞得过满的书橱里面,有一行摆着作家自己的作品。有一次,我向伯萧同志索书留 Writer Wu Bo-hsiao lived in the old Beijing Backstreet Backstreet House. From the latter part of the “Cultural Revolution”, I became a regular visitor there. Every time I came to Beijing, I went to visit the owner of the old house and my loyal elder who was regarded as the teacher in my heart. The room, which was both a studio and a reception, was a big room for nothing. There was a book wall to the north, with an over-covered bookcase full of writers’ own compositions. Once, I begged Comrade Bertha to keep books