I'm not sure if I've ever heard of a book review by Shan Tianfang in my childhood.

It is a pity that two days ago I heard that Mr. Shan Tianfang died due to illness, although he is already more than eighty years old, but such a national treasure of the commentator, but also went so suddenly, indeed, people are some people can not react.

Mr. Shan Tianfang's commentaries accompanied me throughout my childhood and teenage years.

Primary school period, because my father likes to listen to his commentary, every time to the noon and evening, always on time to open the radio, childhood commentary is accompanied by the aroma of food, because always in our family get together to eat, the radio will ring Mr. single jianghu play, sometimes Tong Lin, sometimes Xu Liang, sometimes Cheng Bite Jin, and sometimes is the White Jade Hall Zhanzhao and so on and so forth.

Later in junior high school, finally have their own special dry cell radio, do not want to before the radio can only be placed on the table to listen to. I always use less than an hour after lunch to sit in the small side room of my house with dry batteries to listen to Mr. commentary, heard him say "to know how, please listen to the next decomposition," and then hoofed it to the school, so that the memory of junior high school at that time, Mr. single commentary with a breeze and the smell of rushing.

While those years back and forth to hear is so a few works, but every time I listen to give a person a very fresh feeling, perhaps because he is really wonderful, perhaps I like to listen to him with a variety of false voice to create the kind of strength, perhaps listening to his commentary has become a habit of mine, in short, every day if you are not allowed to turn on the radio to hear Mr. Shan's voice, I would I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through the night.

It's been many years since I've listened to it, because of my studies, because of my work, and because I've had more fun filling myself with it. Just a few days ago this news, suddenly all of a sudden pulled me back to the old days, memories of the years when I rushed back with the smell of meals and the breeze. Mr. gone, my childhood and teenagers are gone, the years quietly stay in place peacefully, so also hope that Mr. single thereafter can also go all the way!