深秋。秋雨霏霏,一片片枯叶从古老苍劲,虬枝丛生的榕树上,悠悠忽忽的飘落在泥泞的山道。秋色冥冥,苍凉萧索。那是侯老临终的前一天。一大早我赶到西南医院探望他。侯老一动也不动地昏睡在病床上,嘴半张着,艰难而沉重地在吸气呼气。望着他那张因晚期肺癌、癌性胸膜炎、肺心病和广泛粥样动脉硬化等多种致命性疾病折磨得焦黄、枯瘦而憔悴的脸,我的心感到一阵悲楚,痛苦得紧紧地收缩起来。半个月前,我与向仲怀校长、余杰同去长 Late autumn. Autumn started falling, a piece of dead leaves from the ancient vigorous, branches of the banyan tree, the long down suddenly fell in the muddy mountain. Autumn somewhere, desolation desolate. That is the day before Hou’s death. Early in the morning I arrived at Southwest Hospital to visit him. Hou old motionless unconsciously sleeping in the bed, half a mouth, hard and heavy breathing exhale. Looking at his face due to advanced lung cancer, pleurisy, cor pulmonale, pulmonary heart disease and a wide range of atherosclerosis and other fatal diseases tormented yellow, thin and haggard face, my heart felt a tragedy, painfully tight Shrink together. Two weeks ago, I went to President Zhong Zhonghuai and Yu Jie to go