十一二年前,一个夏日的上午,我作为责任编辑,带着再版的《把一切献给党》新书,和团中央两位同志一起往北京西山的一所疗养院去看望吴运铎同志,我们下了车,穿过绿木扶疏,鸟语嘤嘤的庭院,在一间朴素洁净的会客室见到了在此疗养的吴老。正是治疗间隙,护士推着吴老出来,他斜躺在一个装有小轮子的单床上,鼻孔上插着输氧气的橡皮管子。我们上前一一向他问好、握手,他歪着头,笑着说,“谢谢你们来看我——我体力不行了。”我估计,他是说他和我们握手时力气不足,就说 Eleven years ago, on the summer morning, as editor in charge of the summer, I went to see a visiting nursing home in a nursing home in Xishan, Beijing with a reprinted new book devoted to the party and two comrades of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China Get out of the car, through the daffodils, birds of prey courtyard, in a simple and clean reception room to see the recuperation of Wu Lao. It is the treatment gap, the nurse pushed out of Wu Lao, he was reclining in a single bed with a small wheel, inserted on the nose of oxygen rubber tube. We stepped forward to say hello to him, shaking hands, he tilted his head and said with a smile: “Thank you for coming to see me - I am physically exhausted. ” I guess he said he was not enough strength to shake hands with us, Say it