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十月金秋的日子里,我正在沪郊的寓所里埋头文字, 《羊城晚报》的朋友 胡区区忽然来电告诉我巴金先生仙逝的消息。我不由得一愣,总以为这位善 良人性的世纪老人是位老神仙,他的生命是无穷无尽的。区区要我为悼念老 人写点什么。于是,十年前陪萧乾先生去探望巴金老人时的情景又历历在目 地浮现在了眼前。 一九九五年暮春时节的一个下午,我随八十五岁高龄的萧乾先生和他的夫 人文洁若一同去上海华东医院,探望巴老。 萧乾夫妇对我这个从小失去双亲之爱的孤女特别垂怜,把我当作他们的女
In the autumn of October, I was buried in the apartment in the suburbs of Shanghai. The sudden surprise call from Mr. Hu Jintao, a friend of the “Yangcheng Evening Post,” told me that Mr. Ba Jin had passed away. I could not help but surprised a moment, always thought that this kind of good human nature is an old man of immortality, his life is endless. The district asked me to mourn for the elderly to write something. Thus, ten years ago to accompany Mr. Xiao Qian to visit Ba Jin elderly scene once again appeared vividly in sight. One afternoon in the late spring of 1995, I went to Shanghai Huadong Hospital with Mr. Xiao Qian, a 85-year-old man, and his wife, Wen Jieruo, to visit Papua. Xiao Qian couple particularly sympathize with me, an orphan who has lost her parents’ love since childhood and treats me as their daughter