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这次和苏公的告别,竟然是在八宝山公墓。时间是7月9日,尽管我早已接受了他离开我们的这个事实,但在走进他的灵堂的那一刻,人生的无常感还是从未有过地、强烈地紧紧压迫着我的心,我的泪水在看见他的遗像的那一瞬间,涌出了眼眶。生与死的界限,在这里被划分得那样无可超越！一个在我成长的记忆里永远那样谦逊、一个在生活的浊浪中永远那样平静的人已经不可能再来了。但此刻我对苏公的心境,却好像是今天我和同事说起他,明天还可以在我工作了多年的大楼前,看得见他瘦弱文儒的身影一样亲近！我在接受一个我不愿相信但却是,个真实的现实,这个现实让我感到生命的脆弱和可贵,感到人的精神的永恒！我想,如果我不写点文字,我
The farewell this time and the Soviet Union, turned out to be Babaoshan cemetery. Time was July 9, and although I had long accepted the fact that he had left us, the moment of impermanence in life at that moment went deeper into my soul than ever before, intensely pressing my heart intensely My tears poured out of my eyes at the moment when I saw his portrait. The limits of life and death, divided here is so insurmountable! A man who has always been as humble as ever in my memory of growth, and a man who has always been so calm in the muddy waves of life, is no longer possible. But at the moment, my mood for my husband, Su, seems to be similar to what I talked about today with my colleague. Tomorrow I can see the close figure of his thin Confucianism in front of the building where I have been working for many years. I am accepting a real but unrealistic but true reality. This reality makes me feel the fragility and honor of life, and feel the eternal human spirits! I think if I do not write some words, I