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听说你去了,我不相信。那是一个阴天,山上的杜鹃和珙桐正在开花,我正在医院照顾即将生产的妻子。当消息一次次确认,我知道,无论我相信与不相信,这都是真的了!我们不敢对上天有丝毫的埋怨,但这样的变故,着实让我们活着的人都始料未及回不了神。不敢去现场看你,是只想记住你活着时的样子。熟悉与不熟悉你的人,老人和孩子、机关干部与普通百姓,在大街的两旁立成了长长的人墙,为你送行。在众多的哭泣声中,我没有流泪,没有。就此别过吧,我的兄弟,终有一天,我们还会在那边重逢!
I heard you went, I do not believe it. It was a cloudy day. The azaleas and the vermilion trees in the mountains were blossoming. I was taking care of my upcoming wife at the hospital. When the news confirms again and again, I know that no matter what I believe and I do not believe, this is all true! We do not dare to complain to God the slightest bitterly, but such an accident really turns us alive. God can not. Can not go to the scene to see you, just want to remember when you were alive. Familiar with those who are not familiar with you, the elderly and children, organs and cadres and ordinary people, on both sides of the street into a long wall, for your deeds. Among the many weeping, I did not cry, no. Just do not be it, my brother, one day, we will meet again over there!