我北来后，他写了一信给我，信中说道，“我身体平安，惟膀子疼痛利害，举箸提笔，诸多不便，大约大去之期不远矣。”我读到此处，在晶莹的泪光中，又看见那肥胖的青布棉袍，黑布马褂的背影。唉！我不知何时再能与他相见！
wǒ běi lái hòu ，tā xiě le yī xìn gěi wǒ ，xìn zhōng shuō dào ，“wǒ shēntǐ píng ān ，wéi bǎngzi téngtòng lìhài ，jǔ zhù tí bǐ ，zhūduō bùbiàn ，dàyuē dàqù zhī qī bù yuǎn yǐ 。”wǒ dú dào cǐchù ，zài jīngyíng de lèiguāng zhōng ，yòu kànjiàn nà féipàng de qīngbù miánpáo ，hēibù mǎguà de bèiyǐng 。ài ！wǒ bùzhī héshí zài néng yǔ tā xiāngjiàn ！
After I settled in the north, he wrote a letter to me saying that: “I am well except for the pain in my shoulders. The pain makes eating and writing a little difficult. I think the end of my life is not too distant.” As I read this, thru my glistening eyes, I again see my father’s heavy figure in that dark blue turquoise robe. I sigh. I wonder when I shall see him again.