Maybe just a moment

Because my eunuch was hospitalized for surgery, he hurried to the hospital after morning self-study. When he arrived at the ward, people in the same ward said that he had entered the operating room. I climbed to the 8th floor, sitting outside the operating room with many patients’ families and so on. Before anesthesia, the doctor told me some details and asked me to sign. I signed several pieces in a row and left my ID card number. My hands shook a little unconsciously, and I felt hot in the early morning. In order to divert attention, we had to watch others chatting. A white-haired, thin old woman changed her operation clothes and sat down led by a tall man. The man held the medicine bottle high with one hand and put the other on the old man’s shoulder. People nearby talked with the old man. The old man said that the man was her son, and she had cataract in her eyes. She had been invisible for more than half a year, and everything was served by her son. I thought that I was almost 80 years old. If I couldn’t see it, I couldn’t see it. My son insisted on pulling her to have an operation, saying that it was just a minor operation without any pain, and I could see it after doing it, how can we not do it? The old man’s voice was very light, but the joy was beyond words. Others said: you are in good health and have such a filial son. You are sure to live over 100 years old. The old man just smiled. Her son looked at her and said softly to others, “she can’t hear. Her ears are on her back and she can’t hear at all. So at the beginning, she was asked to have an operation. She could neither hear nor make sense. Cataract was really just a minor operation. The old man came out less than an hour after entering, and his eyes were covered with white gauze. The man led her into the elevator and went to the ward. I thought it was just an operation, and I just came to the hospital for a few days, then I could see the beautiful world again. At the moment I took off the gauze, the old man really didn’t know how happy he was. In the anxious waiting, a woman in white dress and another middle-aged woman hurriedly pushed a patient into the operating room from the elevator. Middle-aged women are crying while young women are relatively calm. But the woman’s white dress was stained with spots of blood, and there were also blood on her hands and feet. There was a large mass of things like ink behind the skirt, and there were also some blood stains on the sleeves of middle-aged women. Those blood stains are bright red, as if they were just infected. Doctors wearing dark green surgical suits kept asking them to go in and help, and they came out soon after they went in. Soon, a lot of people gathered outside the operating room. It turned out that the woman drove into an old man who stopped and ran, and his leg was broken. Then she ran into another pedestrian and was also injured. Her car crashed into a truck parked by the roadside, and the truck rolled over. The thrilling scene immediately appeared in my mind, and my body shook for several times continuously. Just for a moment, the young woman became the culprit, hurting two pedestrians. The old man lost one of his legs in the street, and the other was also receiving treatment. This moment brought great memories to the three families. Maybe when the young woman drove to work, the old man just wanted to go back to the countryside. The pedestrian was walking on the road passing by everyday. At this moment, three unrelated people were mixed together. Two hours have passed, and the operating room is busy. I watched the people coming and going out and the people rushing in passing the time. All of a sudden, the operation room became lively again. Several doctors pulled a rescue car into another passage of the operating room, and a bunch of family members cried together. The patient was put on the breathing mask, and a doctor kept squeezing his chest. It seemed that the situation was very critical. Some of the relatives waiting outside made phone calls, some sat down blankly, and some cried bitterly. The patient on the bed looked young, saying that he had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Suddenly the door on one side of the operating room was opened, and the doctor told those families who rushed forward to get the film first. The patient has already had a heartbeat, but the blood pressure is unstable, and the heartbeat may also stop suddenly. If it is possible to have an operation, if the situation is not good, there may be no chance to have an operation. These families were in despair. The doctor comforted them and said, “Let’s get the film first. We will try our best. Cerebral hemorrhage only kills people in a flash. There are many such cases around me. Not long ago, my husband’s colleague’s father was suddenly sent to the hospital, and now he is still in the ICU ward separated by walls. Suddenly, the doctor was calling my eunuch’s name. I ran to have a look. After the operation was finished, the doctor showed me the stones taken out. I sighed for a long time, and the moment I took out the big stone on my finger, my eunuch must have pain, but this pain would leave with the stone leaving. Life is countless moments. The ups and downs, joys and sorrows are all in one moment. We can’t predict every moment. Then, please cherish these small moments that we are happy. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. 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Mountain City rain dream

Mountain City rain dream

[Editor’s note]: The rain moistens my mind, and the slight sadness passes through the rain and fog …… the memory in my heart blossoms in the rain, and the flowing picture unfolds in the rain curtain. After reading this article, readers’ thoughts are unconsciously drawn into the rain environment described by the author, feeling the author’s feelings. This is a very beautiful prose with clear language and clear road. I recommend it to you! I lost a dream in the mountain city. In the dream, the rain pattered. — Inscription spring was squeezed into the corner when summer came back casually. When poetry was dim, I hadn’t understood spring yet, but the summer solstice had arrived. Yanji, this small mountain city opened its eyes in the day when the fleeting time returned, recalling the Dreamtalk about rain just said. Since the military training, I have always defined the rain in this mountain city as warmth. Mild, amorous. The rain is always pattering and short, and it seems to intentionally or unintentionally create a dream for me to make up for the beauty of the incomplete reality. The rain will always be intermittent many times in a day, as if her love was destined to love all the people in the world from the very beginning. When she fell in love with the place, she would fly lightly and give a shower. Every drop of rain represents a deep kiss, and every kiss is romantic into a story about this little mountain city, about the people who get wet in the rain in this little mountain city. Because I couldn’t expect heavy rain, I formed the habit of not wearing umbrellas. When the rain was pattering, I shuttled quietly in the colorful world woven by an umbrella and an umbrella. Silently looking at the back of a boy and a girl walking side by side under an umbrella, he slowed down and raised his mouth. Reach out quietly and look up at the sky from a 45-degree perspective. The sky was dim, and the rain fell on my palm intermittently. So coldness began to compete with the warmth of palm. Somehow, the long and straight love line in my palm broke in a blink of an eye, recording their memories one by one. I just don’t have my name in my memory. I like to look for strangers in the rain curtain in the same time and space as me. I like to look for lovers running with ten fingers in the rain curtain. I like to look for the person who can look back and feel full when one passes another in the rain curtain. I prefer to look for people who edit life movie pictures in the rain curtain like me. If you have the similarity of soul, then you can live up to the opportunity of being in the same mountain city. When the wind rains and lonely, it coincides with the memory of the past of youth soaked in dust. On a rainy day in my memory, I sat behind a stranger’s bicycle with a dark blue plaid umbrella in my palm. His back blocked all my sight, and his hearty laughter told me that he was very kind and warm when I felt uneasy. That is the most unique gift when I believe it inexplicably, and it is also the proof that the world needs to keep warm with each other. It was also a rainy day in my memory. A young man who was not familiar with me held up a purple umbrella for me. His delicate outline flickered under the dim light, the clearly jointed hand held the handle of the umbrella lightly, and the white shirt ran after the night wind. I clearly heard the beautiful music of raindrops hitting on the umbrella, and in the hazy touch, I imagined two shadows that would not appear. Two lonely shadows, I don’t know when to cross and disperse. At that time, I couldn’t interpret the verdant past, but now in the nearly one year of entering the university, I have understood that no matter in a certain year, a certain month, when and where, I will embrace every encounter and miss in this world in the rain curtain of youth. Because nobody said that we met just for mutual fulfillment? To fulfill a dream that I think it is beautiful but can’t write a complete ending. Rain and patter. I stretched out my hand again in the rain curtain to touch the coldness of my palm and the warmth of my heart. I know that in the rain Lane in the south of the Yangtze River, there must be a sad lilac girl lost a poet’s dream at this moment. However, when the rain came to an end, the small mountain city in the North lost my dream sadly. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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