去年的一天,我从菜园里荷锄回家,接到北京一位朋友的电话,得知严文井先生病逝,不觉心里一沉,望着窗外的青山,好久没缓过神来。我远在南方,来不及给先生送行了,只能在电话里嘱朋友代送花圈。我知道,我的那只花圈将淹没在花圈海洋里,先生不一定能够看见。我还知道,我在满窗雨雾之 One day last year, I took a hoe home from the vegetable garden and received a telephone call from a friend in Beijing. I learned that Mr. Yan Wenjing died suddenly and looked out of the window at a time when he had not slowed down. I am far in the South, too late to send off to his husband, and only asked a friend on behalf of the phone to send wreaths on the phone. I know, my wreath will be submerged in the sea of ​​wreaths, and the gentleman may not be able to see it. I also know that I am full of rain and fog in the window