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2016年5月5日早上,在西安市殡仪馆咸宁厅,我被人流拥推着与陈忠实老师告别。看惯了陈忠实老师那张像黄土高原一样沟壑纵横、布满深深褶皱的脸庞,那是他形象的标志,也是沧桑,是阅历,是智慧,是灵魂搏斗的写照。但是,躺在那里长睡不醒的人完全不像他。于是,我对自己说,这里躺下的人不是陈忠实老师,他又回灞桥西蒋村的原下老屋了,或是,正走在某个地方,向自己锁定的目标前行,就像六十年前,在一
On the morning of May 5, 2016, at the Xianning Hall of the funeral parlor in Xi’an, I was pushed by people to bid farewell to Chen Zhongshi. Used to seeing Mr. Chen loyalty like the loess plateau that like the ravines, covered with deep folds of the face, that is a sign of his image, but also the vicissitudes of life is wisdom, wisdom is the portrayal of the soul fight. However, the person who is lying awake is totally unlike him. So I said to myself that the people who lie down here are not Chen Zhongshi teachers who returned to the original old house in Qijiaxi Village of Qiaoqiao or were walking somewhere and proceeding toward their locked targets, Just like sixty years ago, at one