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I miss you

Time: 2015-05-06 Source: Reprinted Edit: Read on the road : Times

September, the golden autumn season.

Overwhelmingly, Jin Chanchan's vision of the overwhelming rice paddies, the deep grain ears bent down and bowed his head, smiling at the wind. The orange, red, green, and green forests all over the mountain are dyed, and the fruit is full of branches.

It is time for your love to blossom and bear fruit. In the 6-year marathon, you have overcome the boundaries of age and region, broken through the secular prejudices and public opinion, and finally have to achieve positive results.

But you broke the contract! You didn't arrive on schedule!

Waited so long, longed for so long, looking at the moon every second, with the same affection. Saying lovesickness and fading, your love is as pure and sincere as water. But you, your wife who has n’t left the door, lives alone, and sleeps silently in the valley!

Are you tired of the filth in the world? You are very tired and hard, aren't you?

Yeah, the sickness has been with you tightly since you fell to the ground. For 26 years, you have been with you. You haven't yelled, you haven't complained. However, being tortured by yourself makes you exhausted, and you are even more unwilling to drag down your loved ones. You are hurt, you are tired, you ca n’t fight the disease, and you have to leave quietly, right?

What do your parents do? You are so uncomfortable sitting and uncomfortable lying down, you curl up and hold your mother's hand tightly, open your mouth to breathe the last breath of oxygen in this world, and your mother's tears drop down Do you feel it on your face? You are like a baby, in your mother's arms, go quietly, like, when you came, lying in the arms of your mother ...

What about your lover? Heartbreak! The moment you enter the cremation furnace, she is crazy to accompany you to jump into the sea of fire! You go, you said, want her to live as strong and happy as before, you I do n’t know, how difficult is that?

These days, my mother sits in the new house where you left off, from morning to night, from night to morning. The house has just been painted, the white walls, the smell of fragrant paint, the furniture has not been bought, the appliances have not been bought, the girlfriend said, listen to you, she listens to you, but you, broke her hope Years of sweet dreams.

You are free and free, but we are sad, blame, shocked, overwhelmed !!!

The night before you left, we were on duty, drinking and chatting together. You said, you can't drink beer, afraid of getting drunk. No one of us knows that you have a heart attack, and you never expected that you have been uncomfortable for several days. We are really Martha, a bunch of doctors, but you didn't find your face pale and your lips cyanotic!

That night, you also dealt with a child with a high fever and convulsions, and received a bloody car accident patient ...

When I was out, at 11.40 noon, you were busy dealing with a chicken drumstick, and your mouth was full of oil. You ask, sister, can you let me eat your share? Everyone laughs at you and you laugh like you always do.

At twelve o'clock, at a friend ’s full moon banquet, my colleague called and said you were gone. I did n’t respond and asked what was gone. She said, you are gone, and you have a heart attack. My chopsticks slipped to the ground, tears shed involuntarily ...

It was so sudden that my mind was confused. Doubt! Can't believe it!

You lay motionless in the flowers in the morgue, and my legs suddenly lost all strength.

You are still so young, only 26 years old, what a wonderful age!

Yesterday, we were still talking and laughing together. Half an hour ago, you still called my sister with a hippie smile. What are you doing, just leave?

...

You walk away with a clear conscience, your life is short and painful, but it is gorgeous!

You are deeply attached to your parents, brothers and loved ones; you are persistent in love; you work hard, work hard, never quarrel with anyone, treat your patients kindly, get along well with colleagues, you are countless, you Tolerant to everyone, accommodate, so you are worthy!

But why are we in love? How to forget you?

Do you want to tell us about your departure? You must want to tell us that we should cherish ourselves, cherish our loved ones, and learn to be tolerant. No one can predict what will happen in the future. Do n’t do anything that will make you regret your life. You want to tell us, do n’t be greedy for fame and fortune, do n’t worry about gains and losses, no amount of money is just things outside the body, when you leave the world, you ca n’t take anything away, why not fight for those who go to the pointless , Hurt others? Right?

But how should we forget you? How can you, who is kind and smiling every day, get out of our lives?

I was going to drink your wedding wine, but in just 30 minutes everything changed, the world was chaotic, and we were stupid!

The same sake, different taste, tears across the face again and again, brother, drink this glass of wine, you, go all the way !!!

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