那一天中午,我情绪低落,恍然若失。中央电视台下午播出“文史大家冯其庸逝世”的消息时,我努力看清画面、听清声音,却依然不愿相信。虽然听说冯老身体不好,但总想着他会熬过这个冬季,没想到竟成无法再见的远走。这一年,我本可以在秋冬之交时像往日一样见到冯老,可因上课总是错过了机会。遗憾之中,回想起与冯老的几次见面,冯老给我的赠书,冯老关心中国红楼梦学会召开学术研讨会的谈话,让我无法抑制内心思绪和阵阵隐痛。 At noon that day, I was depressed, suddenly disappear. When CCTV broadcast the news of the death of Feng Qi-yong, a literary and art critic, in the afternoon, I tried my best to see the picture and listened to my voice, but I still did not want to believe it. Although I heard Feng old body is not good, but always thought he would survive this winter, did not expect to become goodbye away. This year, I could have met Feng Lao at the turn of fall and winter, but I missed the chance because of class. Regret, recalling a few met with Feng Lao, Fenglao gave me a book, Feng Lao care about the Chinese Society of Dreams held a symposium conversation, so I can not restrain the inner thoughts and bursts of pain.