这是一个悲恸的日子:1992年7月11日,我们敬爱的邓大姐与世长辞了。 7时15分,我刚起床,电话铃声便响了:“邹爱国,你立即到北京医院四楼来,有任务……”接着,对方又说:“来时也叫一个摄影记者。”我心里一沉,心想又是哪位领导同志病逝了。我立即通知摄影部王新庆,又给交通处打了一个电话。放下电话,我背上采访包就朝外走,我爱人拖住我:“吃口饭再去。”“来不及了。”我顺手从书架 This is a sad day: On July 11, 1992, our dear sister, Deng, died. 7:15, I just got up, the phone rang and rang: “Zou Aiguo, you immediately went to the fourth floor of the Beijing Hospital, a task ... ...” Then, the other said: “come when also called a photo reporter.” I My heart sank, I thought which leading comrades died again. I immediately informed the photography department Wang Xinqing, gave the traffic department a phone call. Put down the phone, I walked on the back of the interview package to go out, my beloved dragged me: “eat rice and go.” “Too late.” I smoothly from the shelves