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9月22日上午,我们正在排练场里练功,突然传来欧阳老师去世的噩耗,大家都流下泪来,我的脑子里顿时翻滖起来,悲痛莫名。我怅然若失,甚么东西也没带,拿了同志们给我买的飞机票,登上飞机就奔向北京。在飞机上,二十多年前,老师和我们在一起的情景,老师在桂林致力于桂剧改革工作的情景,如同机艙窗外的片片白云,接连不断地向我的脑海袭来……
On the morning of September 22, we were rehearsing practice in the field. Suddenly, the news of the death of Ouyang teacher came. Everyone was shedding tears. My mind suddenly turned upside down and was saddened. I lost my mind, what did not bring, took the comrades bought me a plane ticket, boarded the plane to Beijing. On the plane, more than two decades ago, the teacher was with us. The teacher committed himself to the reform work of Gui Opera in Guilin. Like the white cloud outside the cabin window, he continually hit my head ...