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世事沧桑,岁月无情。想不到前年六月初旬刚参加过陈瘦竹先生八十寿辰的庆祝活动,今天竟然要提笔来写悼念先生逝世一周年的文章。此刻,我的心比铅沉,笔重千钧,脑海里浮现出半年前在医院里最后见到的那张犹如蜡像般苍白然而沉静坚毅的脸。透过那张脸庞,我感受到陈先生那颗永不轻易向命运低头的倔强的心,仿佛依然在跳动。这是我永远也无法忘怀的记忆。那是去年六月二日上午八时余,我突
The vicissitudes of life, years of relentless. I can not think of the celebration of the 80th birthday of Mr. Chen Shum-zhu just beginning in early June of the previous year. Today, we should even mention the pen to write an article commemorating the first anniversary of his death. At the moment, my heart is heavier than lead, so heavy that my face, the pale, yet calm, persevering face I saw last seen in the hospital six months ago. Through that face, I feel that Mr. Chen’s stubborn heart that never easily turns to fate seems to be still beating. This is a memory I can never forget. That was the 8 o’clock am on June 2 last year