Chapter 27 Mourning Mr. Luo Changpei

Mr. Luo Xintian passed away on December 13, 1958, which is an irreparable loss to his old friends! Mr. Luo is a very accomplished linguist. Regarding this point, I have to discuss it with his colleagues, but I am at a loss.I only ask him for advice when I encounter words and sentences that I can speak but not write.Sometimes when it comes to songs, I also ask him for some rhyme and vocal music, but now I don't even remember this at all. In my heart, he is a very good, warm and sincere friend.After he regards you as a friend, he never forgets you, he cares about you in every way; if you make a mistake, he will not let you go, he will patiently advise you and at the same time severely criticize you.In turn, he expected his friends to treat him the same way.

He is also a very innocent, very upright, full of sense of justice.The characters in the old regime and the old society made him often feel resentful and out of place.After liberation, he felt better, and he found his convincing leader - the Communist Party of China!He moved closer to the party, accepted the party's leadership, and frankly consulted with the party on every matter.He is eager to do his best in his post and under the leadership of the party. When we came back from abroad in 1952, he came to visit us. We felt that he was much older than before, and his hair was all gray!He said excitedly and sadly: "You see, the whole of our motherland has changed? Now everyone is stepping up to study and reform, so as to make more efforts in building the motherland. You see, my body can't catch up like this, so people don't worry. ?”

Mr. Luo is a person who can work hard and work hard, but over the years, the disease of high blood pressure has been tightly entangled with him, so he is more irritable and suffers from insomnia.He also tried to listen to the doctor's words, eat light soup, rest and recuperate. On the one hand, he went to work with his strength and did everything he could. During the period, he was admitted to the hospital eight times.Every time we went to visit him, we saw his pain and contradictions—the disease made him suffer; seeing the phenomenon of thousands of horses galloping around, but his sick body restricted his desire and efforts, and made him contradictory.His pain and contradictions overflowed from his depressed and irritable words, but we can only barely comfort him.

Once a person passes middle age, the number of old friends who can talk with each other is always decreasing day by day. This is also an "inevitability", but when things come to an end, I can't help feeling deeply sad.More than a month ago, when I was in Moscow, the sad news of Mr. Zheng Zhenduo came, which was a bolt from the blue for me!Not long after I came back, I only had a short conversation with Mr. Luo in the Beijing hospital, and then he abandoned us again!When I saw my friends and thought of myself, I didn’t have a troublesome disease like Mr. Luo’s, but my own lazy and procrastinated thinking habits were limiting my progress.I should turn grief into strength, use the regrets of my friends to spur myself, and work hard so that when I recall these friends, I will not feel infinitely ashamed!December 29, 1958.