那年初秋,《沈阳晚报》高级记者王传章先生相约几位老友畅游辽南冰浴沟。清晨,半轮朝阳红似火,霞光叠彩,野花含露。我们七八个半老不老的伙伴涉水跋山,玩得痛快。在奔向望湖亭时,山路崎岖,石阶陡峭,朋友们都不由自主地放慢了脚步。惟有王志涛先生一马当先,捷足登顶。我在后面喊叫“老哥哥,你走得太快了!” In the early autumn of that year, Mr. Wang Chuanzhang, senior reporter of “Shenyang Evening News” made a trip to several ice-ditch restaurants in southern Liaoning. Early morning, a half-round red sun like fire, Rays stack color, wild dew. We seventy-eight half-old partners wading mountains and playing well. As they headed for Wanghu Pavilion, the road was rugged and steep, and friends involuntarily slowed down. Only Mr. Wang Zhitao take the lead, jumped to the top. I shout in the back “Old brother, you go too fast!”