Professor Rong Geng miss _2675

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Professor Rong Geng miss

Nearly seventy degrees Xu Wei's wife passing away suddenly vomiting blood, the day is for her sixty-year-old big birthday, the actual length of her year-old old hematocrit. Very sad, to see him once a week, nearly a year. Day asked me: \also lost marriage, the two a meeting,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], of course, can not tell the old affection for new love, pregnant, they become lovers get married out. Mourning grief gradually lost,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], They then have a few quiet days. It turned out that good times never last, changing Right, the world is changing not fixed. Yung-acre field too a point Four Li, said her home village of farmers are not landowners, allow too told me that the people at school because of her youth, through high-heeled shoes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the dress, so is the landlord. The separation of husband and wife, to return home to the Peak, on capacity of the old Xinghai bleak, weight loss unbearable, voice low. After rehabilitation, capacity to Beijing to meet the public, still do not give the same to his wife, then asked the Premier Zhou Enlai, the Prime Minister said: \is the capacity of the old and his five brothers taught at Peking University Shaozu and sister one last time. Fell ill early in 1982, up by midnight, urinate, no lights, hit the books far away from the bed box, straight down to L, the plate Gusui. One by one disease more than a year, and later complications, slightly burned, Yushi, western medicine thermometer 'exploration of the useless, this is a chronic illness due to old age Shangyin, hyperactivity and irritability caused by low-grade fever. Chronic illness more than a year to see him in bed, felt very sad, to see him visiting the hospital every time he bolted home to me say, the Spring Festival Chinese New Year back home. I had not a doctor, but less studied Japanese from the parent, are ill themselves, a reason for me to care for, seeing he should also cure, do not want, to open a prescription, is the yang to Pinggan back low-grade fever: \Test services, meaning that the early time points,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I do not know service two, heat back, so very pleased capacity, I am amused. Who knows at this time better than the old capacity of the past, today is the baby ah,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Dr. Huang Lv I have committed the crime! Readmission over the Spring Festival, the condition did not improve, and long-lying beds can not afford the doctor said there was no heat, no exploration. Content, such as when the old red and Kuan Kung on the stage, face red red, not too clear consciousness gradually. The last time I see him, he no longer that soon go home, see His thin, such as wood, open eyes and look at me, while saying: \half-sleep, then open a look me. Visiting the final to go, said: \I will shut the door tight before his eyes disappeared disease. The late spring 1983 he Zhangci died, aged ninety years, scholar, and their life, must come a time, all on the academic; get the money, all on the books, ancient paintings on the Zhong Ding His fast turnover problems by uncle Tang, piece goods at the \He told me one as our own people, to encourage me to continue the academic progress, as he had the same, \dinner and the kids ask for my point of nutrition. I am thirty years old business, Mr. Sion I recommend to the National Palace Museum, informed me to let the old Beijing, the Palace Museum is a reproduction of ancient calligraphy and painting to do repair work, although wage generous, but in the long go, not much, and not easily dismissed , parents are still home, mother still in Hong Kong. Forbidden City treasures such as the rich history about my career is of great help, but in the end to create his art is a long road, it is intended to dispel. Yung-old half-jokingly told my wife that criticism: \I, just referred by his character, not leaning independent spirit that I admire, people who die, the status of the oldest old he has to go further, faster for nearly a century. However, people of non-vegetation, said at the opening ceremony of music in mourning can not help but 涔 sadness, night lights, fill the \Farewell, let hope the white teacher! \One drunken Gumian strange clothing. Zither books do throw, silent phase to see a smile. Qisuan, at dusk China summit. beads of water to trickle Xuan, Chennai sink and the vicissitudes of life, Heaven is gone, Du Yu sound pharynx. off bombs, and tolerance Multi-watt cold sigh tears wins loyalty with new cotton, like an empty dream of a bookcase, philosopher ya still far from difficult. \