Happiness

White walls, white roofs, white sheets, and Haggard me lying in the white world. There is a smell of Laisu in the air. The pinholes on the hand will be bitten by insects for a while, faintly, painful and itchy. The blood vessels on the arms are like insects wandering, cool, swelling pain. Looking up, the medicine bag and bottle were hung on the top of the head, and the liquid medicine was ticking calmly and orderly, endless. Sleep is also suffering, sitting is also uncomfortable, bored and confused, don’t feel sleepy. Mei, keep an eye on my mother. I’ll sleep for a while. I told my daughter who was playing mobile phone aside, please rest assured to sleep! Daughter answer. Just fell asleep in a daze, a noisy voice: Slow down! Slow down! A woman screamed nervously and loudly. Her voice was getting closer and closer. With a creak, the door opened. Several bed? Five bed! With the question and answer of the two men, a group of people walked into the ward. I was totally sleepy and saw a group of men and women surrounded by a burly man. The man carried a bright old lady to the bed on my right. The old lady groaned one after another. People helped to put her on the white bed slowly, calling mother and calling woman one after another, it turned out to be the grandson, daughter-in-law and Sun’s daughter-in-law of the old lady. She secretly admired the good fortune of the old lady, and she had so many children and grandchildren who hurt her. They rushed to greet the old lady to lie down one by one. However, the old lady insisted not to take off her shoes. Her daughter-in-law said, “I don’t want to take off and let my mother lie down like that! The eldest son of the old lady was already a half old man. He leaned close to the old lady’s ear and said to the old lady with a loud voice as if he was coaxing a child: Mum, why don’t you take off your shoes when you sleep on the bed! What can you do if the white sheets are dirty? Obedient Oh! Hearing this, the old lady obediently asked her son to return the cotton shoes. This 89-year-old old woman came from the nearby countryside. Her heart was not good and she got herpes zoster. There were red blisters in her sparse white hair and eyes, it took the nurse a long time to give her a needle. The old lady’s face was swollen and she shouted for headache. She huddled up on the bed with her thin figure like a walnut full of wrinkles, she groaned hurriedly and the rhythm of liquid ticking. A group of people were still guarding around the five beds, listening to Lao Tai’s tight groaning, looking up at the water drops and refusing to disperse, finally, they were forcibly expelled by nurses one by one. All of a sudden, the six beds near the window coughed, out of breath. His wife and son beat his back nervously, and one took a paper cup to make him spit. Finally spitting out the phlegm to calm down the severe cough. After a while, he closed his eyes tightly and shouted with inexplicable excitement: The Liberation Army rushed up! My wife asked him what he said? He said that he was watching a movie, saying that there were all good movies that he hadn’t seen before. What he talked about were all about the contents of battle movies. His daughter called dad while putting towels on his forehead. Six beds this is a 76-year-old man with a thin face and white hair. He suffers from various diseases. I checked in the day before yesterday, and he has been taking oxygen. He talks from time to time, and his face is sallow and emaciated, her his. These days, his son, daughter and son-in-law came to accompany him in turn every day, caring and attentive. In the afternoon, he woke up a lot and wanted to eat beef noodles. The finer the noodles, the better. His son-in-law bought beef ramen, and his wife fed him one bite. Seeing that the two old men were cherished, loved and considerate by their families, they thought that they should all be happy old men. Such happy aging is the life that many old people hope, although no one can replace the illness, an old man lives to the twilight years with someone accompanying him and being loved by his children and grandchildren! I once envied such an old man on the oil painting: His head was covered with silver hair, he was quietly bathed in the golden evening glow, and his face was calm, Zen and romantic. He thought that life was at this point, and he had no desire and no desire, and he. Later, I realized that life was not oil painting, and the old days were actually not as romantic as I imagined. Life was only a hundred years, and most of the late days could not escape from the suffering of illness. If I met filial and considerate children, it is the greatest luck. If you encounter unfilial descendants, you will never care about your daily life thoughtfully, or even suffer abuse. The most miserable thing is to walk alone for the rest of your life, and what accompany you is loneliness. Nevertheless, the wheel of time is still moving forward without hesitation, and people are running towards aging all the time. After seeing my father’s last years, I realized more that the most helpless thing was getting old. When people were young, how could they know how much pain and loneliness were behind getting old. In those years, my father was such a rigid, quick-witted and capable person. He worked vigorously and vigorously. When chopping firewood, he was holding a scyck with ease and control. We all stood and watched from afar, A pile of wood didn’t even need an axe, and soon it turned into white flowers pushing thin strips of firewood. When mother saw it, she praised her father and smiled and burnt the firewood. My father went to work with a black bike for more than 20 miles. One morning, my father rode two back and forth casually. At that time, I went to middle school, and my father got off work at noon every day, I had to take me to his office for dinner on the road five or six miles away, and then sent me back to school. My father rode a bicycle so vigorously. When I was young, I heard what my father said most to my mother and US: Don’t be afraid! I got you! At that time, I only thought that such a father would never grow old. However, I didn’t know when my father got sick and got old soon. He was like a withered grass, exhausted his vitality. Maybe only my father himself could understand how much life he had experienced after getting old. At ordinary times, we took our children back to visit our parents. We had a lively day, eating and drinking, and finally ended up. The children shouted to grandpa, goodbye! However, he didn’t look at him at any more, and no matter whether Grandpa saw it or not, no matter how reluctant he was, he ran away. Who really felt the loneliness and helplessness in his father’s heart? On weekdays, everyone was busy on their own. They hurried away after going back to put some money and things. In such a gap, father walked towards loneliness day by day. Once, I went back to see my parents after a long time and saw that my father’s illness was obviously worse and his actions were ineffective. My father loved me the most and trusted me the most since he was a child. My father sat and held my hand, murmured inarticulate, telling his heart full of things, saying that he was old and useless. He got such a disease and didn’t die soon. He also said that the nanny gave him another dish, and everyone disliked him. On that day, I was astonished. My father, who was strong, finally admitted his defeat in the face of time. His illness and aging made him so worried that everyone’s casual negligence was hurting him, in our busy days, my father must have no place to tell how much loneliness he was, just like illness. No matter how much pain he suffered, he could only accept it alone. There was a cypress tree outside the gate of the yard, which was planted by my father. The tree became thick year by year, but my father grew old year by year. In the past, my father would climb up the tree and cut off the redundant branches in the lower part. I didn’t know when my father couldn’t climb up the tree any more. His illness was as severe as his father, I often sat silently on the old chair in the room, staring blankly at the tree outside, but who knew my father’s mood at that time? I remember who said that an old man was like a dry well, abandoned at the end of the years and nobody cared about it. Today, the youngest son of the old lady in the Ward came back from Guangzhou to visit her sick mother, which touched the scene and made me think of an unsolved knot in my father’s heart until he left the world: although my daughters always try their best to look after their parents, but my father was looking forward to his son from other places going home for the Spring Festival every year. He was looking forward to it year after year, but the hope was lost year after year. He was really eager to see his son until the last moment of his life, my son didn’t come back until the third day after my father went, saying that he was busy with work, and what they paid attention to was economic benefits. I knew that when my father left, he was powerless and unwilling to tell him this desperate thing. My father’s pain was in my heart, and my father’s pain was also my pain. We were unable to help him realize this wish. At this point, tears overflowed from the corner of my eyes, and my father who died of illness left the world with many silent pains. Compared with those old people who suffered abuse, my father was lucky. A few days ago, my younger sister came to visit the door and said during chatting that it was the Spring Festival, and an old man across her House passed away, saying that he was about the same age as our father and was also in bed. The old man had two sons. He lived with his youngest son. He often heard his son around him scolding the old man. Sometimes the old man cried loudly. Hearing this, his heart was full of sorrows, and the old man’s painful appearance was always hovering in his heart, imagining how he could not only suffer from illness, but also suffer from mental torture. Life needs our heart and kindness to perceive! Perceiving parents and others, people can’t live in youth forever, and they can’t live in happiness forever. From falling to returning to the Earth from sorrow and sorrow, the path of life remains the same, and life has the same end, no matter you are a high-ranking official or a cloth, rich or poor, no matter what kind of glory and decline you once had, you must grow old, and no one can escape. In fact, it is difficult for people to grasp their own destiny. Who can guarantee to be favored by God in the last period of life? The sunshine in the ward was as soft as floc, and both the two old people who were thin Sang Yu got better. The son of the six-bed old man was shaving his beard. What a warm scene, looking at the father and son, I couldn’t help admiring people. After a while, the old man’s face became much White and his spirit doubled. The five-bed old lady talked more and more, and even the wrinkles on her face spread out. The red and swollen parts began to disperse. Her youngest son was feeding the pickles she wanted to eat, while eating, she nagged her son to take her back. The son said that it was not up to him to come here. It was up to the doctor, and the old man stopped shouting after hearing this. From young to old, every link of life, step by step, will let us experience, happy, sad, warm, cold, the road they have traveled is also our future Road. One more sense and understanding will lead to more consideration and warmth, such as the warm moments in this ward, may people grow old happily. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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