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Wuyue（五月） posted a condolence
Thursday, October 9, 2014
As I drove along the same familiar roads to Cui-Ping-Ju studio（翠屏居）, the ones I had driven a thousand times to see the same face light up with happiness, I realized that this time would be different. The world had one less kind and generous soul, and I was without my dear friend of more than ten years.
When the leaves turn red and gold and blanket the ground, I will come visit you at Ferncliff Cemetery, NY. I will bring the Wuliangye wine（五粮液） you loved so much, and perhaps I will see your smile once more.
Are you well up in heaven? I miss you.
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Shelley W posted a condolence
Friday, August 15, 2014
As a prior student of Hsu Dan, it has been such a pleasure and honor to personally learn under him.
As someone who enjoys writing daily journals, here are excerpts of what I wrote after attending the funeral. I offer these memories to friends, family, and loved ones of Hsu Dan:
As I sit here and close my eyes, I imagine the room where I spent hours...and hours....and hours...of creating my Senior Portfolio.
Located in the walkout basement, the room is pleasantly cool during the summers and chilly during the winters; wearing winter down jackets during that period was a norm. When you enter the basement, there are a number of tables spread out with paintings he has yet to set. Some of them are already sold. I admire them, thinking how I would most likely never be able to afford them...I'm happy enough with the samples and painting examples he gives me as he teaches me haha.
Sitting at that table, with Hsu Dan on the other side, is a pretty darn cool. When you paint or draw, he nonchalantly studies your technique. Occasionally, he turns on some Chinese classical music. I have to mention though, one time he was listening to his MP3 a bit loudly and I faintly heard an upbeat song that vaguely sounded like MJ's Thriller baha.
Sometimes, when he gets bored, he would end up painting the same exact thing what I was attempting to paint, and then proceed to show me what his looked like compared to mine.
You might be thinking: "Doesn't that feel awful--knowing you may never amount to his work??" But when you know how many decades of mentoring and experience and practice this man has under his belt....I can only feel flattered that he is willing to paint at all--let alone allow me be in the same room as him. Being able to hold a brush besides a master artist like him is an honor.
The serenity he exudes when he paints makes me awe-struck. While age has deteriorated his body, his hands are so nimble and graceful. The way he's able to tastefully add that one stroke to make a painting look so...complete.
He's an adorable man. His wispy hairstyle gave him an elvish quality. His glasses magnified his eyes' magical quality and inquisitiveness. There's so many little things he does that makes me eager to share about to my high school friends on Monday when they ask me how my weekend was.
Let's not forget the way he silently smacks his lips when he is content with something. To me, that was the ultimate praise from him when he was studying my work. I remember the summer before my Senior year of high school while picking out pieces for my Senior Portfolio, he paused at the "La Voleur D'Eiffel" and immediately understood what it was despite it being an abstract collage...smacking his lips quietly while saying in Chinese: "How interesting....the Eiffel Tower....".
For a period of time in the beginning, he challenged us to recognize colors he mixed on his palette. Teaching us how there's hundreds of different versions of brown: "This is green/purple brown" he explained and then added a drop of red..."And this is an auburn coffee-like brown". Now, it's become instinctive for me to identify what colors made up a certain hue when admiring paintings or nature.
There were times when he was frustrated with me. When I could not grasp his critique of how the greenery in the lower landscape was supposed to be laid out and I had to redo it three times, that was the loudest I ever heard him. Here's a convo I wrote down in my journals from Junior year of high school: "Calm down! Breathe! Think!" he scolded in Chinese. "Art is not just emotions! You need to use your brain in combination with feelings! Art requires precision and thoughtfulness! You can't just draw out landscapes and stick things here and there!"
One time his wife brought down some vegetable puree drink, telling me how healthy it was. Once she left, he proceeded to drink the juice through a straw while watching my sister and I paint. In writing, it sounds mundane, but throughout the whole time my sister and I were struggling not to crack up in laughter--the way he was drinking it and watching us was so....cute haha.
For the first Christmas, my sister and I gave him an extremely large and tall snow-globe shaped in a snowman. Don't ask...haha. Opening up the gift from the package immediately, he held the heavy object and thoughtfully studied it. Setting it right in the middle of the table, he stood up and analyzed it like as if he was looking at David by Michelangelo. Smacking his lips once again, he nodded, saying it was very good...very good (imagine an old man voice saying this in Chinese).
For the third Christmas, my sister and I gave him...a festive dinner plate. Once again, he studied it carefully, flipping over the ceramic and studying the grain. He proceeded to put some of his brushes in the plate and then smacked his lips and nodded silently at the plate for 10 seconds or so. "What do you think?" he asked.
His distinctive trait was his peace. Worries never really seemed to bother him, and he always had such a peaceful demeanor when painting. As someone who allows my emotions to bubble over and overwhelm myself, I greatly admired how at peace he was--the Lord gave him this peace, and I yearn to be like that similarly. Father God, may you continue to challenge me with experiences in my life in order to learn to find peace and comfort only in you.
The last time I heard news about him was when my mother mentioned a chance encounter with Hsu Dan. While my father was receiving treatment at Memorial Sloan-Kettering, they unexpectedly met Hsu Dan in the hospital. Smaller and weaker, my parents found out that like all patients there, he was battling cancer. Unfortunately, they caught it at a later stage, but were trying their best to combat it. When my mother informed me, I was distraught. Weren't artists known for their exceptional mental fitness and longevity? Master Hsu soon recovered to return back home and begin teaching again; my sister reported to me how he seemed to be back to normal--slightly thinner and weaker, but still the same. He had surgery and he was...supposedly...okay now.
Getting the phone call last week only reminded me how saying one has "won" over cancer should be said...with caution. Like my dear 4th grade teacher Ms. Nawrotski, while she "won" over Breast Cancer, it relapsed and took her away a couple years later.
He always constantly told us how previous students-once they leave for college-would typically never bother to go back and visit him. He explains how in China, students of well-known artists had parent-child relationships. He lamented that here in America, this kind of respect is dying and nearly nonexistent. Sensing the sorrow in his voice, at that time, I thought to myself: "I will never be one of those people. Surely, I will visit him when I'm back home on breaks."
I regret to say I am part of that group.
This has taught me to hold on to relationships I have built up in my meager 20 years tightly. Life is fleeting and short. I must learn to stay in contact with people and continue building up the relationships I have built up. Laziness or business is not an excuse. Every single connection I made and will make is precious. God placed these people in my life for His reasons, and I must not take all relationships for granted.
While this time is a period of sorrow, by knowing the fact that he is baptized and saved, I can rejoice in the hope that he is with our Heavenly Father. He has defined much of my high school extracurricular experience, and I am thankful for all that he has taught me. The skills and lessons Master Hsu has helped hone some valuable skills that I will dutifully apply in whatever work I pursue. But ultimately, he has taught me how to slow down from my busyness and to take the time to contemplate and appreciate the wonders God has created in this world, whether it be through nature or design.
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Ming Hsu posted a condolence
Friday, August 15, 2014
悼念父亲许石丹
2014年7月31日早晨8点05分，是一个让我最伤痛，也最不愿意接受的时刻，当这个世界开始新的一天的时侯，我最亲爱的父亲却永远的离开了我，离开了这个您曾经用绚丽的笔墨深情描述过的世界，离开了所有爱您的人们！
我的父亲--许石丹，1931年4月11日出生于中国浙江省杭州巿横河桥，在您83年的人生旅途中，对艺术执着追求，对亊业兢兢业业，对家庭尽职尽责，对朋友全心全意，赢得了同行的赞誉，朋友的尊敬，学生的景仰，亲人的挚爱。
在我成长的过程中，每一步都浸透了您和妈妈的心血，您们的宠爱。往事点点滴滴都浮现在我眼前：
记得童年时，母亲在外地工作，您和我朝夕相处，又做父亲，又做母亲。从做饭，梳头到剪发，您都一手包办，无微不至。
文革期间，两派武斗，一直打到家门口。那个夜晚，您不顾一切背着我越墻逃离，凌晨到了上海后才发現您的双腿被刬出一道道的鲜血。
文革后，妈妈工作调到南京，一家团聚了，生活稳定了。每天清晨，您常会坐在我的身傍指点我练写毛笔字，晚饭后您总会泡杯热茶坐下来听我练琴。一有空余时间，您就教我画画。週末您替我背着琵琶，陪我去老师那儿上课。
最让我难忘的是1980年，我离家赴美求学，在广州火车站与您告别的那一刻。当我乘坐的列车慢慢开动时，您含着依依不舍的泪水，随着列车一直跑，跑到了站台的尽头，直到列车消失。
1985年来美后，您的建筑事业告一段落，把全部精力都投入了艺术发展，传扬中国文化，不断创新，把传统中国画带入了一个新的境界和领域。您常说：＂艺术家的一生是追求美，发现美，表达美，给观众以美的感受＂。爸爸您说到了，也做到了。在美国近三十年的岁月里，您除了孜孜不倦地创作，开办画展，还满心热帎的教授了无数的学生，桃李遍布各地。
当外孙，外孙女出世后，您几乎把所有空余的时间都给了他们。每天接送他们上学放学，带他们去公园，跟他们玩耍，教他们写字画画。由于孩子们的父亲长期在外工作，您不仅是他们的公公，而且也弥补了父亲不在身边的缺憾，让他们感受到无尽的爱。如今他俩都长大成人，而您却离开了这个世界。
到了晚年，尽管您已名扬海外，却一直心系祖国，情牵故乡。特别是近二年来，您在家乡杭州连续二次举办画展，并将三百多幅展品无偿捐赠给博物馆永久收藏。这正应验了您做人的准则。您曾说过：＂艺术家的心灵，是一片绿葱葱的芳草地，存放着灵感和光的空间；如堆满金钱而非艺术素养，那时闪光是金子而不是艺术。＂虽然画展成功了，您却病倒了。
您的一生充满了乐观，对生命无限的热爱，特别是在过去的二年里，即使病魔缠身，可您从不抱怨。当我看到您化疗放疗后日益消瘦的身躯，几次不忍心地问你：＂爸爸，这么辛苦，我们不做了吧。＂而您却对我说＂我要坚持下去，只要能在这世上多停留一天，我就可以多画一天画。多活一天，就多一天希望，多一天机会。说不定我还可以话到一百岁呢！＂
其实爸爸并不惧怕死亡，当您知道自己在世上日子不多的时候，曾不止一次地嘱咐我：＂不要伤心，叫大家都不要伤心。把我的追悼会开成送别会，让来宾们都穿上漂亮的衣装，伴着我喜爱的歌曲，送我上路。＂爸爸，虽然您人走了，可您的音容笑貌会永远活在我的心里。
爸爸，您奋斗了一生，劳碌了一生，追求了一生。您用笔墨丹青描绘了世界，也用浓墨重彩成就了人生。在生命的最后阶段，您信靠了耶稣，这是您的归宿，也是您的福分！今天，您的亲人，朋友们，学生们都来了，教会的牧师也来了，还带来了诗班姐妹的歌声。我们站在这里和您做最后的告别。愿您的灵魂在天堂里安息，愿您的笑容在天国里永存！
亲爱的爸爸，有天父的带领，您一路走好！我们永远爱您！
女儿 小敏
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Jane Rocca Hecht posted a condolence
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Somewhere I read that traditional Chinese art students spent years promoting their teachers as part of their training. I'm grateful that Hsu Dan provided me with opportunities to speak for him in public and to walk with him on the quest to exhibit his art.
For everyone to whom Hsu Dan left rich memories and a vast legacy.....I pray that you continue to enjoy and share these gifts.
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Delphine Kung 孔德慧 posted a condolence
Friday, August 8, 2014
親愛的許老師，師母，小敏一家，
1992, 好愉快的一年，那年一周一次在老师家学畫. 每次上课就很開心，聽老師侃侃而談，縦橫古今中外，細說筆墨紙硯. 我驚喜著筆墨之趣，緊跟著老師的描述遊戲畫間，不時感佩老師淵博的學識，豐富的想像，讚歎中華文化之博大精深. 有大師帶領，我們何等幸運！老師説學畫還要學形會看，學師長作畫的狀態，氣勢，沈浸其間的品味，運筆，沾墨，捋紙，速度，頓挫揮灑的派頭. 老師説完，哈哈大笑. 上課中間，師母會端來一些小吃，水果，都是老師喜歡的小點心，我也跟著一起大快朵頣。每次下課，師母肯定準時的端來一杯變新花樣，精心調配，營養均橫，剛剛打好的新鮮果汁給親愛的許先生品嚐。老師毎次都不肯喝，說那杯果汁的顔色不好看，肯定不好喝，萬一難喝，喝下去影響心情。我每次當然都站在師母一邊，鼓勵老師當探險喝，反正不好推，乾脆閉上眼睛，一口喝下去，可能不見得難喝，這可是師母的一片愛心噢。老師笑説也是也是，於是勇敢的一口喝了下去，師母滿意的笑了。每次都是這樣！
離開新澤西搬去中國後，每年回來一定來看望老師師母。今年六月看到老師瘦了，在健康中心調養，老師依舊笑語如珠，招呼我們吃冰淇淋，講易經之道，打太極拳，開心的回憶當年走在街上如何與坐在黃包車上的師母相遇。老師的眼睛是閃亮的，笑容是可掬的，拄著拐杖的身形是筆直的。
謝謝您，老師，帶給我們的一切，教導我們的一切！祝福您吉祥如意，一路好走，風度翩翩！
德慧
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Zhiyuan Han posted a condolence
Friday, August 8, 2014
悼石丹师弟
缅怀师弟石丹安息主怀。感谢神让我这次来到美国，能到新泽西见到你及你们一家。虽然病情折魔使你清瘦了许多，但你还是你，乐观洒脱。在餐馆用餐时谈笑风生，仿佛完全无恙。得知你在治疗中仍应约讲学，充分体现你在艺术上的献身精神。象春蚕吐丝，永不疲倦，令人敬佩。
回意六十七年前，我们同时跨进美院。虽不同班，但偶尔有接触。最初印象你乐观健谈，认识久了知道你是个底蕴深厚，蓬勃上进的好小伙儿。因为你勤奋努力，求学期间打下扎实的基础 。五一年我先毕业去了新疆，以后多年没有联系。
光阴如梭一晃三十年，八十年代再见时，你时已是东南大学的教授了。在你家作客时谈到你那些年里的风风雨雨，里面有许多的不容易。因为天资聪慧，勤恳过人，又有机遇，你脱颖而出。你又谈到了新的挑战——出国奋斗。你是信心十足，决心更足。 看到你依旧乐观健谈，却又多了一份社会责任感，并有了更大的抱负， 我为你高兴，更多的是敬佩。2008年校庆我们都回到了杭州，你给我们带来了更大的惊喜。你已集 绘画建筑园林设计于一身成了世界享誉的大师，大家为你欢呼。在那段日子里，每个早晨我们几位同学都到大华饭店餐厅与你聚会。吃着美味的早餐，欣赏着窗外西湖的美景，边听你讲述国外的创业经历。参观你的画展时，你每幅画给我们逐个讲解， 从构图到色彩，从灵感到意境，从技巧到效果。我们完全可以看到你倾注其中的“情”。讲到你“得意”的作品时 的神情，让我们充分感受到你在艺术上深厚的造诣，古今中外融会贯通，使我们敬佩万分。我们又去了母校旧址，平湖秋月，哈同花园，最后在“楼外楼”为你庆生吃长寿面。我们忘记了时间忘记了年龄，在无比快乐中享受了一次终身难忘的聚会。
你的一生充实快乐，绚丽多采， 为家庭社会作出了巨大的贡献。如今你先回到了天家，安息主怀，我们将来在天国再见。
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Zhen Yan posted a condolence
Monday, August 4, 2014
五月樱花盛开的季节我们驱车陪同八十多的母亲从弗吉尼亚来到新泽西看许伯伯。从妈妈那知道许伯伯已经几十年了，但第一次见面还是三个月前的这次特别的聚会。 他们是大学同学，相识已六十多年，老友相见当然开心。 他们看着老照片，讲述年青时候的故事，仿佛刚刚发生的事。 见面的一瞬间我们就立刻感受到他对生活对艺术的热爱，对朋友的热情。 他发自内心感慨地说他“来世”还要画画， 永远画不够， 散发着年青的情怀。见到我们就像见到了多年不见的孩子，侃侃而谈。更让我们惊奇的是许伯伯不久前受洗信主，母亲也是同月受洗， 神的恩典竟是这样的奇妙！万是都互相效力， 叫爱神的人得益处 （罗8：29），许伯伯回到了天家，安息主怀，他光采的一生使无数人得益处，他完美地彰显了神的荣耀！我们想念您， 许伯伯！
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乐卫忠 posted a condolence
Monday, August 4, 2014
突闻我的同窗、挚友许石丹（许以诚）教授逝世，悲痛之极。两个多月前我们还在电话中畅谈，现今却分隔两界，无限唏嘘！
从1952年起，直至石丹兄去美国的三十多年里，我们为同窗，共同学习；为同事，共同奉献国家，从没间隔，建立了我们深厚的友谊。
石丹天性聪慧，一生勤奋，又富创新之心，艺跨建筑与美术两科，铸成画界名师，其作品现永存于中国杭州博物馆，成为有影响力的至宝。
功成名就的石丹兄 千古
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乐嬿妍 posted a condolence
Sunday, August 3, 2014
沉痛哀悼親愛的许伯父:
您的离世我心中万般不舍.悲伤万分. 2005夏有幸与我父母一起去新泽西探望您和全家,那是分别廿十多年后的重逢.那虽然是短短的一周,我们却沉浸在那般的喜悦之中.之后的电话通讯也让我听见您的欢言笑语. 您是那样的怀旧. 您时常讲起回国与老同学和老朋友欢聚时光. 您还是那样留恋上海的点心和美食.
至幼起您就是我心中的亲伯父.太多与您一起的美好往事厉厉在目.您那幽默,慈祥的形象永远驻我的心底.得知您贵体欠安,我祷告上帝,愿神保佑您. 您走得安祥是您福气. 许伯母和小敏就是我自己的親伯母和妹妹.您请安心.
主怀安息!
小嬿子
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Rui posted a condolence
Sunday, August 3, 2014
轻轻的我走了
正如我轻轻的来
我轻轻的招手
作别西天的云彩
......
悄悄的我走了
正如我悄悄的来
挥一挥衣袖
不带走一片云彩
当我又读到这首曾被千万人吟诵的诗时,仿佛又看到了您的身影,愿那片片洁白的云彩能把我们的相思带给您,愿您在天堂里安息.
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Rui posted a condolence
Sunday, August 3, 2014
许老师,您可听得见有多少人在呼唤您,您可看得见有多少蜡烛为您点燃.有多少人曾在这人世间匆匆留下过身影,可又有多少人能在离开这个世界时,坦然地说,我不枉此行.可您做到了,无论是在面对生活的磨难时,还是在与疾病抗争时,我们从没有听到您的抱怨,从没有看到过您的退缩.您留给我们的永远是宽容与快乐,坚强与自信.如今,每当我想起您,脑海里浮现的竟不是病后瘦削的您,却是那个永远带着微笑的,幽默快乐的您.
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Shelley & Bin Shen posted a condolence
Sunday, August 3, 2014
那天，我带着揣测的心情，第一次带着茜茜，登门许老师家。因为我们早闻许老师的大名，且听说许老师收学生是很挑的。
驰过一路绿树幽幽，踏下几階石板，便来到了许老师的画室。室外近处有盆景，稍远是竹林，橡树，中间连着青草，旁边一小菜园，真有世外桃源的意境。室内画卷满廊，水墨中带着印象风格，苏杭三峡欧美美景，尽在他笔下。
许老师和蔼可亲，很快就答应收茜茜为生，后来璐璐也成了许老师最小的学生。七年来两家成了好友，许老师不仅教了茜茜璐璐如何画画，也潜移默化地指点了如何做人。
如今他走了，真是太突然了。他是最乐观向上的。上次茜茜璐璐去医院探望，他还说好病好了要继续给璐璐上课呢！
我妈妈参观了许老师在杭州艺术博物馆的展览。他的艺术会永远活在每个踏进博物馆的人的心中。每毎看着家中墙上茜茜璐璐的画，就想起了他对她们的悉心培养。师恩永在。
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Anna Emanuel posted a condolence
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Hsu family, students and friends, I didn't have the pleasure of meeting Mr. Hsu but my deepest sympathy to all of you. May God’s words at Isaiah 25:8 – He will swallow up death forever and wipe away the tears from all faces - bring you comfort during this distressing time. The Bible can be read or listened to online at jw.org.
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Rui, Ken, Feifei posted a condolence
Sunday, August 3, 2014
许老师,您走了,带着我们的无限的眷恋与满怀的无奈离开了我们,却将您的乐观与坚强留给了我们.您以旷世的才华赢得了享誉世界的荣誉,您以真诚幽默善待身边所有的人.您曾说愿化作一缕轻烟,常围绕在我们身边,您曾说希望看到我们永远的微笑.可是,不管我怎么努力,眼泪还是止不住地流......多么想再听您讲讲故事,多么想再陪您打打麻將,多么想让时光倒转,多么想永远留住那快乐的分分秒秒.
但愿您走得安详,但愿天堂没有疾病,没有痛苦,但愿您在那里过得充实快乐,一如您眷恋的人间.
别了,我们挚爱的恩师,别了,我们可亲的师长,我们将永远怀念您.愿您在天堂里安息,您的音容笑貌将永驻人间.
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Lulu & Cece Shen posted a condolence
Sunday, August 3, 2014
My Teacher
The teacher who taught me how to draw
Created stunning, original scenes
Using various purples and greens
As I watched in awe
He fixed all my flaws
All while teaching me how to draw
In memory of our beloved teacher,
~ Lulu & Cece Shen
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王瑞 posted a condolence
Saturday, August 2, 2014
许老师走了，带着我们的眷恋，还有满怀的无奈离开了我们，却将您所有的乐观与坚强留给了我们。我在心中默祷了千万次，老师不要看到我们的眼泪，可是眼泪却止不住地流，多么想再听您讲讲故事，多么想再陪您打打麻将，多么想让时光倒转，多么想永远留住那快乐的分分秒秒,但愿您走得安祥，在天堂没有疾病，没有痛苦，但愿您的音容笑貌永驻人间。
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杭州工艺美术博物馆 posted a condolence
Saturday, August 2, 2014
许石丹先生亲属：
惊承讣告，悲悼不已，专电致唁，并慰哀衷。
许石丹先生系著名的旅美画家、建筑师、园林设计师，将中西艺术精华融于一体的绘画风格闻名于世，同时，他热爱家乡，关心家乡，积极参与浙江籍名家“文化回归，反哺故乡”行动，他的拳拳之心和赤子之情令人感动。
许石丹先生对运河综合保护事业和杭州工艺美术博物馆的发展给予了大力支持，他不顾八十高龄，亲临运河边创作作品，以画家的笔墨、建筑家的慧眼为运河创作了一批江南水乡、运河风情的作品，除了精美的画作，还有与我馆特色相结合的瓷板画、瓷瓶画、瓷盘画、油纸伞等工艺美术类绘画作品，并将近200件作品全部捐赠给我馆。
李包相及杭州工艺美术博物馆全体员工沉痛悼念许石丹先生，并向其亲属致以深切的慰问！
许石丹先生千古！
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杭州西湖博物 posted a condolence
Saturday, August 2, 2014
尊敬的许石丹夫人及家属：
惊闻许石丹先生不幸辞世，不胜悲痛，特致以深切哀悼，并向家人致以真诚问候！
许石丹先生作为著名书画家，他的一生精勤不倦、辛勤耕耘、呕心沥血、奋斗不息，堪为世界文化艺术界的楷模，近年来为杭州和西湖博物馆的文化事业，付出了毕生的精力，作出了杰出的贡献。我们永远怀念他！望许夫人及全家节哀并善为珍重！
沉痛哀悼许石丹先生！
肃此电达!
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