, I hope my wife is there and can be happy.

More than eight years have passed like yesterday.

There is no three-year pain, no seven-year itch, life is always so dull, but I think this is also a kind of life.

I've known my wife for eight years, and I'm used to her being by my side, and I'm used to discussing the future when the two of us have nothing to do, and even when she was dying, I held her hand and sent her away.

When my wife left, it was not hard, she even called her eldest brother three hours before leaving, she was very conscious, and she was still laughing and saying that she was fine, so that others did not have to worry, but she gradually fell into a coma after that, and walked as if she was asleep.

I will say to her every day, this is just a chronic disease, you will be able to get through it, not only do I already believe it, even if I am convinced, even after she leaves, there is medicine before the mail, I don't believe that she is walking so fast, but many things, you don't believe it, my wife may not believe it, she just sleeps, hoping that when she wakes up, she can see heaven. There, there is no pain or sickness, only happiness.

My wife has been gone for three days, and in my memory, there are many blank times, and the crowds come and go, and I only feel lonely. After the funeral, I came back and fell asleep, but after more than ten hours passed, I found that there was no dream.

After getting up in the morning, I turned on the computer, looked through the messages of my friends, and couldn't help but cry again, thank you, friends, Mo Wu can only say this again and again, as if the vulgar words can no longer be vulgar, but no, and I don't know how to express the gratitude in my heart.

More than four months, it can be said that your support is my spirit, the strongest backing, more than four months, very short, really short, short like the moment I learned that my wife got cancer.

But in the past four months, Mo Wu has re-understood life.

In life, there are too many things for us to be busy ignoring, gaining and losing, but what is life, anyone has any kind of interpretation, but only hope and bless all people, and when you look back, you will not leave too many regrets.

Life not only has rights, but also obligations, not only indulgence, but also responsibility, there may be darkness, but we must insist on light in our hearts.

My wife is gone, life has to go on, my son is still young, although I don't know anything, but I have been a lot more sensible these days, when I went to the funeral, I said, Xixi, my mother went to a far away place, you say goodbye to your mother, let your mother go with peace of mind, my son just pulled the spiritual position in my hand, and said a word, to my mother.

His wife is gone, life has to go on, and knowing his parents' worries, Mowu needs to cheer up.

My wife is gone, life has to go on, knowing the care and encouragement of my friends, Mowu still has to use the pen in his hand to write what he wants to write and encourage people who should be inspired. What I have always wanted to say is that whether it is martial arts or squirrel, all you see is relaxation, maybe you need a few more years to understand other meanings, what you see is only heaviness, then you need to adjust your life appropriately, you can experience bitterness and happiness, but you can always welcome the bright sunshine every day, that is what Mowu really wants to see.

Because, hope is in the world.

There may be another week of adjustment next week, and there will be a new beginning in the new year.

For the encouragement and care of his friends, Mo Wu once again expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

Finally, a message from a book friend, Sister Lan, is the end of this chapter, and the beginning of the future.

When I die, my dear,

Don't sing sad songs for me;

I don't have to plant roses on my grave,

Cypress trees that do not need shade:

Let the grass cover me with green

drenched in rain and stained with dew;

If you will, remember me,

If you are willing, forget me.

I will no longer see the shade of the earth,

I can't feel the sweetness of rain and dew;

The nightingale's song can no longer be heard

pouring out their sorrows in the night;

Lost in a long comatose tomb,

The sun does not rise, nor fades;

I maybe, maybe I remember you,

I maybe, I may forget.

——Xu Zhimo "Song"