Think of the time really flies, I spent half the time. But his physical recovery is not very good, and now only eat gruel every day, lotus root starch, boiled noodles, past those fried, fried, nothing can not eat, cold, hot untouchable, not drink beverages. ending up ...
that day, I was in hospital. In the days after, that is, checking, CT, fluoroscopy, endoscopy, blood tests and so on. think of their eating habits from high school is quite good, breakfast is to eat no food into the university, is getting worse. Although my parents and my friends have often advised me, but then I felt his are not not eating, just eat it not law, should not have a big problem. this thought until now only prove that their idea was so ridiculous. Fortunately, their current situation is not very serious, after all, not to the point of vomiting blood ...
forget that day, I all alone in the hospital corridors, waiting for test results. I even can not believe, is reluctant to believe he was sick, and if ill light. looking out the window do not know when yellow leaves falling, snow has become an instant pull, my heart cold to the extreme, and the autumn wind, that offer all kinds of kinds of emotions in my mind, lingering, feeling very depressed. < br> In the hospital, surrounded by very quiet, one white. relatives of pity Audition, patients with the disease of love, made me feel very calm, forget the fear. When a people feel unable to master their own, they no longer fear, surrender all go, no other way. many times, so that you can not control, inability to energy and, like the face of illness and death.
still remember the day my father surgery, the nurses cart to push him away, because into the operating room. He was determined not on the cart, he said to himself walked in, I know he told us to use their strong, do not worry. family and friends a lot, surrounded around him. I saw him shallow smile, it seems do not care, tell them, here, this is just a small operation, not dangerous. I like to comfort him back to that comfort each other, but we all know each other was thinking nothing. from the ward to the operating room, so long, like a century away, my brain went blank.
children outside into the operating room, a door separates the friends and relatives could not conceal the anxiety, I could not bear another look at him, I was afraid I could not help crying. corridor on the bench I sat quietly waiting, large glass floor through the operating room door, I seem to still be able to see the inside of the surgery. < br> Remember our ward, the young man that surgery tomorrow, and he was too nervous in the middle of the night also continue to wash between the teeth, again and again. as if just a few hours ago, I was comforting him, Never mind, relax now! he look at me so serenely reading a book, it seems that a lot of relief. But I know that we are afraid, I'm the distraction of fear through reading. Now, I am in silent prayer, for each life! < br> seems such a long time, looking after the patients were introduced one by one out of the operating room, I could not force myself back in a calm state! I started to become anxious up, I seem so helpless and thin, I like very rolled the dead leaves in the autumn wind. was that relatives are around, even if this moment was actually so tough! that it will not be separated forever? I think this fear, the body seems to have lost balance.
I do not know how long I saw a nurse come out. I rushed to the urgent question: how kind my father? she said softly: is getting a little bit of comfort, but I can not see his shadow still nervous. half an hour, he was pushed out the operating room, I rushed to the first, that the eyes of metaphor is always difficult to freeze in my memory, I grabbed his hand, cool. I keep in the call father. his slightly opened eyes and nodded frequently tell me: was won. I think it must be into the halo of colorful the flower clouds, love is secretly fell asleep in the above, but also gently and fell back on it.
Phoenix Nirvana can get new life, and how many people have tried to knock on the door of God , back. God told them: No one is not from body to soul, life and death have undergone a metamorphosis, yes, how can we go to such a hurry, have not got enough love to the people around me. I often glad that they can live so quietly , is a happy thing! my family, my friends, my colleagues, all the love my people, because their world has become a good warm.
I heard the wonderful flowers, I smell Hong grass around the green. who live nice!
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