pldquo Many years laterhe passed awayWhen I wrote his obituarymy fingers were so trembling that I couldn rsquo t even push my glassesMost of the things in my memory are blurredonly a shadow remainsbut suddenly I remember the moment when I was moved by his heartit was such a very clear feelingHow to describe itlike the wind through the woodslike a deer stepping over a river or streamlike a flower branch caressing the wings of a butterflyit was unintentionalbut vivid and soul stirring mdashmdash Zhou Yuan rdquo p
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