(a)

After entering the number of cold days, our city has been repeatedly hit by cold snaps, and the weather has become colder and colder, even to the point of dripping into ice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe walls of the Ming Dynasty were covered with snow all day long. The large lake in the center of the city also has a thin layer of white ice. But my heart is getting warmer day by day.

Because as the New Year and the New Year approach, you are recovering little by little.

With continuous treatment, the severe pain that afflicted you and the dangerous and fatal upper gastrointestinal bleeding were temporarily suppressed.

After all, you are still very young, and your vitality is still vigorous. Soon, your face will gradually return to its rosiness. You are gradually able to sit up on your own and move out of bed on your own.

When we go to see you, you are often sitting in bed reading a book or drawing.

I saw your bright smile that I hadn't seen in a long time, and I felt as warm as bathing in the winter sun.

(b)

Liu Wenli went to the city where your parents are. She obviously handled everything well.

You get a call from your mother, and she finally laughs comfortably on the phone. She was full of praise for Liu Wenli, saying that she was not only beautiful, but also considerate and careful, and capable, and her arrival could do your mother a great favor and give your mother time to breathe. She couldn't agree more with your choice. She asks when you plan to marry her. She also told you that Liu Wenli's arrival calmed down your father's anxious mood a lot, and her father asked Liu Wenli privately many times about your work over there. He took very rare care of Liu Wenli, never gave her a look, and loved her as if she were his own daughter. Every time Liu Wenli came, his mood would be better all day. Your mother firmly believes that under the inspiration of Liu Wenli's attitude of spring breeze and rain, the day when your father will give up his stubbornness and stubbornness and allow you to go home for reunion should be just around the corner.

You listened to your mother's joyful narration, and your heart was full of gratitude and apology for Liu Wenli, and it was also full of bitterness that you couldn't say goodbye to your mother.

After putting down the phone, you sleep alone in the hospital room, without turning on the lights, staring at the ceiling in a daze, looking out the window at the darker and darker night, and your heart is mixed.

(c)

During that time, you painted a lot of landscapes. Many nurses like your drawings, and when you are still drawing, nurses often come to you and ask if you can give them to her. You always nod happily. You almost draw one, and you give it away.

Once, the attending doctor of the ward accompanied Kaohsiung's mother to visit the ward, and he was amazed when he saw a picture you were drawing. He asked if you were painting a landscape in a hospital. You nodded. He looked at the picture and admired it and said, I never knew that the dusk of our courtyard had such a touching beauty.

He especially likes the flowers and the sunshine in your paintings. He said that this brightness and tranquility comes from your heart.

Your heart is always alive and well, and there is no dark projection of the approaching end.

(iv)

But the fact that death is drawing closer and closer to you has cast a thick shadow on my heart.

Although I buried my sorrow and fear deep in my heart, it suffocated me day and night.

You know my heart well. You have always used every opportunity to enlighten me and help me face the coming separation.

That day, when I went to see you, I walked through the courtyard of the hospital and passed by an outdoor cement platform.

Someone was sitting on a cement platform in the woods for breakfast, and a noodle was left on the table. Many ants gathered around the noodle.

I was so fascinated by the black colony that I couldn't help but stop for a moment to watch how they carried the noodles. That noodle was obviously a behemoth to them.

More and more ants gathered around and happily formed a long black dragon on the table. All of them were immersed in the happiness and intoxication of discovering great wealth.

I look at them and enjoy the joy of discovering and ingesting the benefits.

However, this happiness simply does not last long. Because the cleaners are coming this way.

After a few moments, they all will be swept off the table by a rag.

Food, minerals, relatives, and lives will dissipate in an instant.

I stood there watching them go about and struggling with each other, unaware that death was near.

I turned away and hurried away, lest I see the tragic end of them all.

Are we, and these ants, any different?

Isn't our gathering at this moment, all the couples, their brief reunion, just like this ant colony, to be destroyed and erased by death at any time?

Isn't our happiness as fragile and pitiful as theirs?

This is the first time I have a sense of oneness with a group of little ants.

I am deeply aware that all lives are crushed by birth, old age, sickness and death. I could really feel the pain of all of them.

(5)

I saw a book by your bedside. I picked it up and looked at the cover.

It is Colombian writer García Márquez's famous book "One Hundred Years of Solitude", an immortal work of Latin American literature and a representative work that makes magical realism shine.

I've read this book many times. The work depicts the saga of seven generations of the Buendía family and the rise and fall of the Caribbean coastal town of Macondo over a century, reflecting a century of Latin America's changing history. The last member of the Buendia family was eaten by ants.

I especially liked this book. It may only take a few hours to see it, but you will feel like you have gone through centuries. All dynasties and families can come to an end, but the loneliness in the human heart is an eternal existence that ignores time and space. It has flowed from the flood to the present day and will continue for eternity, just like the magnificent Amazon River rushing on the South American continent, crushing everything and everything. Loneliness, not to mention millions of years!

"Are you reading this book?" I ask you.

I said, "You're just right, don't read such a thick, heavy book." You have to rest more, and your spirits will be better. ”

You say, "You've read the book, right?" ”

I nodded. I said, "I've seen it many times." ”

You say, "I didn't read this book myself." It's for you to see. ”

I said, "Give it to me?" ”

You say, "Hmm." Assign an assignment, would you like to complete it? ”

I said, "Of course." As long as you want, I will do my best to complete it. ”

You say, "Help me read this book again." This time, help me count how many people died in it, from beginning to end. The next time you come to see me, tell me that amount. ”

I took the book. I said, "Okay." I'll help you count. Promise me that when it doesn't hurt, you'll sleep more. ”

You say, "Now that you are in good spirits, you can't sleep even when you lie down." ”

I said, "It's better to close your eyes and recuperate." ”

You look at me, and you say, "Okay." I will. If this gives you peace of mind. ”