她,何许人也,为何使人感动?这得从头说起。那是2012年冬的一天,家里电话铃响了,我拿起话筒一听,说话的是个细声细气的女同志:“你是陶先生么?我叫欧阳慧龄,还记得我吗?”我一时想不起来。她见我半天没做声,说:“我是莫应丰的家属。”“喔,嫂夫人。”我醒过神来了:“你好,20多年不见了,你还记得我?”“怎不记得,那年老莫躲在你老家写《桃源梦》,就是我送他来的,还在你家吃了中饭哩……”说着她长叹一 Why, she and why, are people touching? It was the winter of 2012, the phone rang at home, I picked up the microphone and spoke a thin, delicate gay lesbian: “You are Mr. Tao? My name is Ouyang Huiling, do you remember me ? ”I can not remember. She met me for a long time did not make a sound, said: “I am Mo Yingfeng’s family.” “Oh, Mrs. Mrs.” I woke up: “Hello, 20 years gone, do you remember I do not remember, that year old Mo hiding in your hometown to write ”Taoyuan dream“, that is, I sent him, still eat lunch in your home miles ... ... ”said she sighed a