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2002年12月3日,京城大雾弥漫。黑色的红旗车缓缓停下,推开车门,一位老人伸着手快步走来。他,就是“雾”一样的庄则栋。此前的11月30日,北京市“庄则栋邱钟惠国际乒乓球俱乐部”揭牌的前一天,笔者曾和庄则栋有过一次深谈。俱乐部开业后第三天,他再次接受了本刊专访。“ 一双迟迟伸出的手,穿过了26年的岁月沧桑。又一双手伸出来了,接着是第三双,手紧紧握在了一起——”
December 3, 2002, filled with fog in the capital. Slowly stopped the black red flag car, opened the door, an elderly man walking hand in hand. He, is the same “fog” Zhuang Zendong. Prior to the November 30, Beijing “Zhuangzheng Qiu Zhonghui International Table Tennis Club,” the day before the unveiling, I once and Zhuang Zedong had a deep talk. The third day after the opening of the club, he once again accepted the magazine interview. "A pair of hand extended late, after 26 years of vicissitudes of life .One hand stretched out, followed by a third pair,