这大半年来我一直在逃避。不少杂志报纸来约稿,似乎我最应该写些什么,但是我写不出来,也不愿去想。感谢朋友们的关怀,旧雨、新知、同辈、晚辈,甚至素昧平生的读者,总有不断的电话和来访。我也有意把自己弄得很忙,开会、讲学等等,虽然还没有有求必应,但比平时接受邀请积极得多了。就是为避免闲坐独思。似乎是用许多事塞满时间,塞满脑子,忘记那变故,忘记自己余生将独处的前景。现在要整理他的书画集,我不能再逃避,应该有所交代。只是开过几个头,每一进入境界,就悲从中来,不能自已。 For six months I have been to escape. Many magazines and newspapers come on draft, it seems that I should write something, but I can not write, do not want to think about it. Thanks to the care of friends, old rain, new knowledge, peers, juniors, even plain life readers, there are always on the phone and visiting. I also intend to make myself very busy, meetings, lectures and so on, although not necessarily responsive, but much more than usual acceptance of the invitation. Is to avoid sit alone contemplation. It seems that with so many things stuffed time, stuffed my mind, forgotten the accident, and forgotten the rest of my life alone. Now I have to organize his painting and calligraphy collection, I can no longer escape, it should be explained. Just opened a few heads, each into the realm, the tragedy came, can not own.