君宜同志，迎春花开了，您伴随着春天的脚步声静静地走了。作为晚辈，我曾在您领导下的人民文学出版社工作过近20年。春去春又来，花落花又开。在这鲜花盛开的日子里，我从记忆的长河里捧起瓣瓣落花，寄托对您的无限哀思和永远怀念。 那是1979年1月中旬的一天，您打电话叫我 Jun comrade, spring flowers, you walk quietly with the footsteps of spring. As a junior, I have worked in People’s Literature Publishing House under your leadership for nearly 20 years. Spring to spring again, flowers and flowers open. In the blooming days of flowers, I lifted the petals from the long river of memories and placed my infinite grief and never miss. It was a day in mid-January 1979, you called me