那是１９９４年寒冬 ,人们在北京民族宫领着“世纪奖”。我起身离开会场 ,天已快黑 ,我凭着昔日的记忆 ,又勤问着路边闲着的老人 ,终于找到了那所医院。我 ,站在病房门口 ,急切地探身向病床望去 ,只见他 ,侧身仰头 ,张着嘴 ,闭着眼 ,一幅与昔日区别太大的形象！待我轻手轻脚走 That was the winter of 1994, when people were leading the “Century Prize” at Beijing’s National Palace. I got up to leave the venue, the sky is dark, I relied on the memory of the past, and diligently asked the elderly on the roadside idle, and finally found the hospital. I, standing in front of the ward, eagerly leaned to the bed, I saw him, sideways up, mouth open, eyes closed, a picture with too much difference from the past! When I lightly walk