听到导师王富仁先生去世的时候,我正在老家。这次回去,是给父亲上坟。平原漠漠,夕阳在天空长久徘徊,以彩霞渲染大地,正是初夏季节,能听到麦子灌浆、植物生长的声音。父亲的墓地就在河岸的高坡上,还没有泛青的荒草淹没坟头,各色小花在挤挤挨挨的坟间自生自灭。一切皆空。一切安然。那个下午,觉 When I heard the mentor Mr. Wang Furen died, I was at home. Go back this time, is to his father on the grave. Plain desert, the sunset in the sky long lingered to Caixia render the earth, it is the early summer season, can hear wheat grouting, plant growth sound. My father’s grave was on the high bank of the bank of the river. There was no flooded grasses covered with graves, and the little flowers fought their way through crowded graves. Everything is empty. Everything is safe. That afternoon, I feel