Sick

In the autumn of 2008, I was ill. I couldn’t eat it during the day and wanted to vomit when I was holding a bowl; I didn’t have the strength to work, so I wanted to sit still; I couldn’t sleep at night, and my stomach was bulging, like thousands of ants biting. I had to lean on the quilt, hold my belly with a pillow, groaning painfully. 1 minute 1 second was as long as a century till dawn, I moved my heavy steps with difficulty, I came to the pharmacy near the factory like a wriggling snail and bought a box of weikangling. I poured half a cup of water and swallowed some of them eagerly, hoping that I could recover soon. I haven’t finished the work at hand and haven’t finished reading the prose collection at the head of the bed, there was a manuscript waiting to be revised. After finishing the box of medicine, the illness didn’t get any relief. The stomach still hurt like a knife cutting, an iron rod stabbing, and a sharp claw grasping, I had to go to the shekang clinic to see a doctor. The short and fat doctor was playing computer. He frowned and grabbed the medical record book in my hand unwillingly. He asked coldly and said impatiently with a yawn: young man, you are very ill! I can’t cure this disease, please hurry to the big hospital. Before I could react, the doctor continued to play computer. I didn’t know how I got out of the shekang clinic. A gust of cold wind blew down pieces of yellow leaves and my cold tears. I am was so lonely and helpless, and how desperate and painful it was. In the crowded street, regardless of the crying and tears, I thought of my mother thousands of miles away, I thought of my young and ignorant brother and that sweet and lovely home. Father’s kind face appeared clearly in front of him. He seemed to say, “You are the eldest son of the family, and you are the backbone of the family, you have to take good care of your mother and brother. I am only in my twenties. My beautiful life has just begun. The Flower of Life has not yet blossomed and my sweet dream has not yet come true! I was not reconciled and deeply believed that the fat doctor was a liar. With his attitude, I was not qualified to draw a conclusion on my illness. I wiped the tears on my face and ran all the way to the People’s Hospital. The doctor was an old doctor with gray hair and a kind smile on his experienced face. He asked me about my illness gently, stretched out his broad and warm big hand to touch my chest, smiled and said it was gastritis, just take some medicine, just eat less spicy food, attention maintenance. I took the prescription to the pharmacy with great gratitude, and hummed a narrow tune happily. Taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time every day, the illness was relieved to a certain extent, but the root could not be broken, and the stomach was still painful for three days and ran to the hospital from time to time. In just one month, I lost more than ten Jin, and a gust of wind blew down. I am thinking that it is not like this. When I was fragile, I couldn’t help thinking of my hometown in Guizhou, the floating mountains and ridges of white clouds, and the grass and trees rolling with glittering dew. I remember when we were young, our sister caught a cold and had a fever, so my father went to the field to pull some grass roots, put them in a pot, and blew them cold to drink half a bowl. The next day we were alive and kicking again. Yes, maybe the herbs in my hometown can completely eradicate my illness. I took half a month off to go back to my hometown where I had been away for two years. When they arrived at the tree-lined mountain village, it was already the time when the food was Fragrant. The mothers called their children to go home for dinner in a long tone, affectionately and kindly. The swaying ancestral house in the wind and rain was dark and the door was closed. It was not until the dark day that my thin mother came back breathlessly with a basket of pig grass on her back. After my father passed away, there was no land at home, but my mother still had no spare time. She raised some chickens and geese and was reluctant to eat them after laying eggs, so she sold them on the street and exchanged some oil and salt money. She was reluctant to spend a penny of the money I sent back from work and said that she would save up to marry my wife. My mother looked very excited when she saw me back. She opened the door, and didn’t have time to wipe off the sweat on her face, so she made a fire to cook. The familiar home, the stove burning with Wangwang, is warm. My mother cooked poached eggs for me. She urged me to eat more. The eggs at home are nutritious. Mother sighed and asked softly: seeing that your face is not very good, is it sick? I pretended to make a big meal, smiled and said no, and came back to have a look after homesickness. My mother didn’t believe it, so I had to say that my stomach was uncomfortable. My mother rubbed her dim eyes and said softly and slowly, “my son, Don’t be afraid. Who doesn’t have any minor illness? Tomorrow I will go to Liuzhi to prescribe medicine for you. If you are outside, don’t save money. You should also catch up with your partner when eating and wearing. If your father were still alive, you wouldn’t be so bitter! After dinner, my elder sister came home from the city. She bought me shoes and clothes. She bought them for me when I was in school. She also bought them for me when I worked! My father was ill and hospitalized, my brother and I went to school in other places, and we were always taken care of by my elder sister. After my father passed away, the elder sister always tried her best to help my mother pull the family. Without her, I don’t know what my fate would be? I don’t know whether I have the courage to finish the secondary school. I wanted to talk with my mother and elder sister, but they urged me to go to bed again and again. How dependable and sweet it is to sleep in a warm bed! Outside the window, the children were singing the catchy nursery rhyme happily, and I couldn’t help singing it: mother-in-law of the Moon, little by little: the Zhang family ate wine, the uncle in front of the Li family sang, and pulled up the yueqin, the melodious sound of the piano makes the quiet village beautiful and fresh. I didn’t know when I heard my mother talking to my second sister. When she heard that I was going back, she came to see me. Seeing that I was asleep, I couldn’t help anymore. She covered her mouth with a quilt and cried happily, mother and second sister hurried to Liu Zhi to prescribe medicine for me. Before breakfast, they came back. My mother tore the seal open. The second sister poured boiling water and asked me to take medicine quickly. That is Miao medicine, which has cured many people’s diseases! Miao medicine is really worthy of its reputation. After taking it for a few days, and under the care of my relatives, I completely recovered! On the eve of coming to Guangdong, I remembered my mother’s meticulous love and the blessings of sisters on the day of illness. Unconsciously, tears of happiness were hanging around my eyes (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) snow in spring

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