Dai Cong is gone.

Dai Cong won't be very deep when he's gone. I have not slept since ten o'clock. In the writers' association group, I saw Chairman Cheng Baoping asking who knew the telephone number of the leader of the Municipal Science and Technology Bureau and told him at once. He looks very anxious. At one o'clock, someone asked him what was urgent, but he ignored him. I saw this essay when I got up in the morning. It was sent before dawn. Maybe he didn't sleep at all:

Dai Cong, a poet, left in a hurry on the evening of June 5th, due to a sudden cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease.

Dai Cong was assigned to the Municipal Science and Technology Commission in the1980s. Since then, he has been writing poems without interruption. In recent years, he edited and printed tabloids at his own expense, published personal poems, essays, calligraphy and painting, and also published some materials in the literary world. He spends about 20 thousand a year, accounting for almost 40% of his total income. Dai Cong never married, accompanied by poetry and prose, which harmed Dai Cong.

Dai Cong was born in poverty, his mother died young, and he suffered the hardships of the world prematurely. /kloc-in the 1990s, Dai Cong left his job due to illness. From then on, he and his father and sick brother lived together, together, together. Life is sad. It is common for him to take a taxi, be cheated and be fined. I used to feel wronged for him. Why does the world bully people who are kind and upright?

Dai Cong often comes to my office when he is free. He always comes empty-handed and gives peanuts, rotten peanuts and even sesame oil to his family. Once, he forced me two Chinese cigarettes. Actually, I didn't do anything for him. I just respect him as a brother, chat with him, and occasionally take him to some writers association activities.

Got a call from Dai Cong in the middle of the night. I'm still saying in my heart, is this Dai Cong fined for taking a taxi again? But the other party said that he was Dai Cong's younger brother. I asked what it was, and he mumbled something for a long time, saying that my brother had left. I asked, are you angry? He said, no, he's dead. I said, how did he die? !

They asked me for help to find the number of the person in charge of the science and technology bureau. Where can I find it at midnight? I searched all over Qianshan, thinking while searching, and Dai Cong was glad of me, otherwise his brother wouldn't ask me for my phone number. I only met Dai Cong's brother once, and we haven't spoken yet. Dai Cong must have told them a lot about me. I think here, sad for losing a friend, and ashamed for not being Dai Yan's friend.

This world once made Dai Cong feel nostalgic and disgusted, praised and condemned. But it doesn't matter to him now. I wonder if he can close his eyes tightly. I believe he has many shortcomings. At least there should be a woman for him to hug, touch, talk with him, sleep and give birth to a lovely child. Dai Cong is really kind. He must love them more than himself.

Dai Cong is gone, a poet, a journalist, a writer, a painter, a sculptor, a home with many titles, but no children, no women, no wife and no real home. Unknown, more sudden. We chatted in the group the night before yesterday, and he also said that he would publish an author's poem in the farmer's newspaper, but he didn't say he was leaving.

Careless Lu Feng wrote: In early summer, in Taiping Street of Western Union, leaves were thick, birds were chirping and corn fields were everywhere. I drove my teacher to see a lonely poet. The poet just passed away last night ~ his calligraphy ink is still wet, the novel manuscript is still hanging on the wall, and last year's winter clothes are quietly hanging there.

Oak wrote a few lines: forgive us, the river with flowers in full bloom, no matter where it flows, I hope you can recognize the old villages on both sides. That low mountain will always remember your pain on earth.

The obituary written by the poet Wu Di:

Dai Yan's obituary

Dai Cong is a writer, painter and woodcarver in Tongling. Late autumn of 1965 (? ) was born in a peasant family in xilian town, Tongling City, and 1983 was admitted to the Department of Books and Archives of Anhui University. ) 1985 was assigned to work in Tongling science and technology commission after graduation, 1989 retired in his hometown due to illness. On the night of June 5, 2020, he died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Dai Yan works hard, is honest and kind, simple and frank. Love literature, obsessed with painting, calligraphy and woodcarving photography, brilliant. He published more than 100 poems in newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province, and held personal calligraphy and painting exhibitions in Tongling and Hefei in 2006. Tongling TV once filmed a personal feature film for him. From 1992 to 20 19, Dai Cong has printed more than 20 issues of the learning and communication tabloid "Star Rain" at its own expense. The preparation, photography, writing, proofreading and printing of the planning edition are all done by one person, and its full positive energy and exquisite and generous newspaper pictures have always been highly praised by literary friends. Although Dai cong has hidden diseases, he is extremely loyal and filial. For 30 years, he took care of his sick brother while supporting his elderly father, which delayed his marriage. Unfortunately, it was not a holiday, and genius was jealous ... The farewell ceremony of Comrade Dai Cong's body was held at 8: 30 am on June 7, 2020 in Tongling Funeral Home.

2020.6.6

Chairman Cheng said that the farewell ceremony of the funeral home was open, and a farewell ceremony would be held for Dai Cong's body at 8: 30 tomorrow morning. If you have time, can you spare some time to attend and see Dai Cong off on his last trip?

Dai Cong has no wife and children, and he is on the road alone.

Dai Cong's unit declined the organization ceremony, saying it was cancelled. So, he is a writers' association. Let's organize it.

Dai Cong's family has a strong desire to hold a farewell ceremony.

To sum up, let's do it.

I feel a little sad in my heart, not only because we are the same age, but also because we don't know anything when people leave, and fighting is someone else's business.

Dai Cong, love a woman and get married in the next life. Don't love fucking literature.