萧军先生在我辈心目中,是一个传奇式人物。尚没见他的时候,脑海里总是印着两帧情景:一是在一个北方的大雨滂沱的天气里,他撑了一柄不知为什么被我想象成非常巨大的雨伞,卷起裤脚管,粗壮的小腿着齐膝的大水,去一个小小的被困的旅店里,将我热爱的女作家萧红拯救了出来。二是在鲁迅先生的灵堂,忽然闯 Mr. Xiao Jun in my heart, is a legendary figure. Not see him, my mind always printed two scenes: First, in a heavy rain in the northern torrential weather, he held a handle I do not know why I imagine it into a huge umbrella, rolled up trousers tube, Sturdy legs with knee-high water, to a small trapped inn, my favorite woman writer Xiao Hong saved. Second, in Mr. Lu Xun’s hall, suddenly break