白羽,走了……昨夜,天气预报是台风登陆,早上,跟白羽跨世纪朝夕相随,20多年为他誊稿、料理家务、开车的小汪用手机跟我讲:我正在船上,迎风出海,白羽的骨灰,要撒进大海……。一时,我感到这位长者真的是跟我们永别了。清明,无墓可扫;公墓,无碑可寻……他不愿留下自己的任何一点痕 White feather, gone ... ... Last night, the weather forecast is the typhoon landed in the morning, with the white feather cross-century hand in hand, more than 20 years for his manuscript, housework, driving a small Wang told me with a cell phone: I was on board, windward and ocean , White feather ashes, to be thrown into the sea ... .... For a time, I feel that this elder is really a farewell to us. Ching Ming, no tomb can be swept; cemetery, no monument to be found ... ... He did not want to leave any of their own marks