The female classmate came back from Dalian, but the reason was the sudden death of her father. Seeing the portrait of her father, she realized that the old artist was the father of a female classmate.

The last time I saw him was a month ago, when he wrote a book, tens of thousands of words, sent to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, passed by my office, had a brief chat, and later, I also saw his masterpiece.

I've known him for a few years, he is a well-known local old artist, he was the director of the bureau retired, after retirement, the old man has fun, gongs, drums and cymbals, he can play at the same time, one person can be a gong and drum team.

In the local area, many large-scale performances, even the Spring Festival Gala, have seen his performances.

But it was the first time I wrote a book, and I read his book and felt that it was well written.

This book, he is very attentive, the subject matter is also very meaningful, it is a book to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, in the book, tells the heroic story of the local people, for the anti-Japanese war, opened a pharmaceutical factory to support the anti-Japanese front.

In order to write this book, he traveled for more than three months with a body of nearly seventy years, interviewed some parties and insiders, and lasted more than four months before and after the book was finally completed.

When I went to pay my respects to him, I talked about it, but my classmates snorted and said that it was the book that harmed him. My classmates told me that my father had a little high blood pressure and had his blood pressure tested in the morning, but when he attended a party, he proudly talked about the book he had worked so hard to write.

What he got was not entirely praise and praise, but there were some people who didn't understand his behavior, didn't understand his own money, traveled everywhere, and finally wrote a book, and didn't know what he said. Probably angry, he got up and was about to walk and fell to the ground, bleeding from his brain, but never got up again.

Knowing what happened, while comforting my old classmates, my heart was full of bitterness and sadness.

Why has it only been so many years since the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and some people have already begun to become numb, and they don't understand the old man's efforts to dig up the anti-Japanese deeds, at least, after I myself knew about it, I was quite moved, and I have read the book he wrote, and I think it is very meaningful.

I am also sad, it is not easy to be an author, he has worked so hard to write a book, he must be treated as his own children, ten minutes of love, after being criticized, he is naturally indignant in his heart.

Perhaps, you may not understand the author's practice, or you may not appreciate the author's words, but you should respect the author's efforts and dedication.

The classmate's family, a scholarly family, did not theorize with anyone, nor did they entangle with anyone, silently arranged the aftermath, and the old man had already settled in the ground.

Perhaps, as I comforted my classmates and said, the old man went quickly and did not suffer any torture, which should be regarded as compensation for him in the dark, our hometown has a point of view, but all the old people who die soon are good people who accumulate virtue and do good, and accumulate yin virtue.

I think he should be.