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从报上得知张志民先生病逝的消息,心里有一种说不出的难过。就在前不久,我参与首届鲁迅文学奖(1995年至1996年全国优秀诗歌奖)的初选工作,在一大堆诗集里翻找,心想,若有张志民先生的诗集,我得投上一票。没有。不仅没有,这些年几乎没读到一首他的新作,也不知一点他的情况。原来他患了癌症,原来这些年,他一直经受看病痛的折磨。
From the newspaper that Mr. Zhang Zhimin died of the message, my heart there is an indescribable sad. Not long ago, I participated in the primaries of the first Lu Xun Literary Award (National Excellent Poetry Prize from 1995 to 1996), rummaging through a series of poems, and I thought that if there was a collection of poems by Mr. Zhang Zhimin, I would have to vote One ticket. No. Not only did he not read a piece of his new work in recent years, nor did he know anything about him. It turned out he was suffering from cancer, all these years, he has been suffering from affliction.