1995年初冬,郁风大姐来电：“夏公病危,速来京。”我大吃一惊,此前,我全然不知夏公病,病重,怎忽然传来病危!怀着沉重焦虑的心情急匆匆赶往北京,祈愿他转危为安,希望在最后时刻能见一面,说声：走好啊,夏公。但,晚了,晚了。抵京时,老人已驾鹤西去。哀哉!痛哉!认识夏公已半个多世纪,他素来是我敬爱的亦师亦友的文艺界的老前辈、老领导,失去这位可尊敬的长者,我深感悲痛。 Early winter of 1995, Yu Feng Sister calls: “summer sick, speed to Beijing.” I was shocked, after I did not know the summer sickness, sick, how suddenly came critically ill! With heavy anxiety mood rushed to Beijing , Pray for him to turn the corner, hoping to see one side at the last moment, say: go well, summer. But, late, late. Arrived in Beijing, the elderly have been driving a crane west. Alas, sad! Knowing Xia Gong has been more than half a century old, he has always been my beloved teacher and friend of the literary and art circles, the older generation, the old leader, the loss of the respected elders, I am deeply saddened.