前不久到北京开会,准备去拜访我的恩师胡春洞教授,突然被他的同事告知,胡先生已经于今年七月不幸去世。这突如其来的噩耗如雷轰顶,止不住的泪水哗哗流下。在开会的几天里,我的心情特别沉重,茶饭难以下咽。胡老师的身影总是不断浮现在我的眼前,好像总是对我说:“小贾,又来北京了。来看我,很高兴。”这是我和胡老师见面时他常对我说的一句话,因为我每到北京,首先要探望的就是胡老 Not long ago he was in Beijing for a meeting and was going to visit my mentor, Professor Hu Chuandong. He was suddenly told by his colleagues that Mr. Hu had unfortunately died in July this year. This sudden bad news thunderstruck, unable to stop the tears rushing down. In the few days I met, my mood was particularly heavy and my tea was hard to swallow. Mr. Wu’s figure is constantly emerging in front of me, as if always said to me: Xiao Jia came to Beijing again. Come to see me, very happy. "This is my meeting with Hu, he often I say a word, because every time I go to Beijing, the first thing I want to see is Hu Lao