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一九七九年九月的一个上午,上海虹桥机场内,一架银鹰静卧在停机坪上待命远航;机场大楼一端的候机室里,熙熙攘攘的旅客中有一个二十六、七岁模样的外宾。只见他抽着烟,正同几个前来送行的中国人在轻声交谈。忽然他闭嘴不语,脸上泛出一层忧郁苦涩的表情,眼圈发红,抬头仰望,看得出是在竭力克制自已,不让泪水流下,这使其他几人也欲语而止。这时,一位机场服
One morning in September 1979, a silver-eagle stood still on the tarmack in Hongqiao Airport, Hong Kong. One of the bustling passengers in the terminal lounge at the airport terminal was a 26-year-old and 7-year-old Foreign guests. I saw him smoking a cigarette and was whispering into the conversation with several Chinese who had come to Hong Kong. Suddenly he shut up without a word, his face glowing a layer of melancholy bitter expression, eyes red, looked up, see is trying to restrain themselves, let the tears flow, which makes several other people want to stop. At this time, an airport service