1997年9月,我80岁的老母亲去世了。 作为经常的陪伴者,我本应最为悲伤,可令人费解的是,我却十分平静。这是因为,我把母亲的离去,视为她与在天之灵的父亲在离别16年后的重新相聚。 聚少离多,本是父母亲几十年来婚姻生活的概况。那么,如今他们终于可以日夜相伴、朝夕共处了。正像父亲在一首纪念他们结婚30周年的诗中所写: 每逢此日分离惯, 且望他年聚首多。 我想,这一定是我对母亲的远离不那么悲痛欲绝的最大原因。 父亲母亲是1933年相识的。那年父亲在上海英租 In September 1997, my 80-year-old mother died. As a regular companion, I should have been the most sad, but puzzling, I was very calm. This is because I consider my mother’s departure as a reunion of her 16 years after her departure from her father in heaven. Gather more and less, this is the general situation of the marriage of parents for decades. Well, now they can finally come and go night and day together. Just as his father wrote in a poem commemorating the thirtieth anniversary of their marriage: Everyday, he separates his habits and hopes that he will gather together for many years. I think this must be the biggest reason why I am not so distracted from my mother’s separation. Father and mother met in 1933. That year my father rent in Shanghai