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前天傍晚,突然接到章虹的电话,说胡珠生先生走了。“先生今天把书稿交给了出版社,说有点累了,躺下来歇一歇。”想不到这一躺,眼睛一闭,竟然就不睁开了。他是累倒在稿纸堆里的!作为一个文人,这样的结局该算是死得其所,够壮烈的了。认识胡先生该有十多年了,那时候我初涉地方文史,还是个新兵,当然不在胡先生的眼里。不过他见我像个做事的人,见面时倒也客气。但是不久,我无意间顶撞了他,害得他大发脾气,至少有一年功夫不理睬我。
The day before yesterday evening, Zhang Hong suddenly received a phone call that Mr. Hu Zusheng gone. “Today, the manuscript handed over to the press, said a little tired, lying down and take a break. ” I can not think of this lying, eyes closed, did not even opened. He is tired in the pile of manuscripts! As a literati, such an outcome should be considered as dead, heroic enough. Hu met more than ten years, when I first involved in local history, or a recruiter, of course, not in Mr. Hu’s eyes. However, he saw me as a man who worked as a passer at meetings. But soon, I accidentally hit him, causing him to lose his temper, at least one year Kung Fu ignored me.