2001年10月14日，就是我的恩师刘元彤先生离开我们四周年的祭日了。我越发感到，纸钱、鲜花已无法寄托自己的哀思了。月清人静，夜不能寐。我铺好了纸，握起了笔：恩师的种种教诲，言犹在耳；恩师的音容笑貌和我师事刘门面聆教益的那一幕幕，又浮现在眼前……1990年夏，票友吴? On October 14, 2001, Mr. Liu Yuantong, my teacher, left the festival of our fourth anniversary. I feel more and more, paper money, flowers have been unable to pin their grief. Clear on the moon, sleepless nights. I paved the paper, took hold of the pen: the various teachings of the teacher were still in the ears; the sound and smile of the teacher and the curtain on which my teacher Liu’s face was taught came to light ... ... In the summer of 1990,