The moment of tears

Sad emotions, plucking the strings of the soul, playing the sorrowful tune, and the notes are turned into tears, conveying sadness.

The scenes in front of me seem to be filled with a sad feeling. Lead me back to the moment of tears.

"Come on, this child is sick!" The voice of the doctor and nurse in the ear broke again. They were almost the same in my childish eyes and stunned, and they came to me with a pointed needle. I can't figure out why, if I am sick, I always have an injection, there is no magic bullet, let me get sick! In my mind, I am always a fan! In contemplation, the nurses did not stop, puncturing the syringe at the speed of light to the delicate me. The screams that followed made my tears go down. At the moment of tears, I can't take care of everything outside, go to the place where I was beaten, and pull it out. I laughed, it was a real laugh that day, what a simple smile. The mother who had not closed her eyes for several days in the past few days was noticed by laughter, and she was full of energy. At first glance, I saw the unplugged needle, and I was busy calling the nurse. I gave me a pain and did not weaken it. It intensified a few times.

I once again shed tears, and the previous tear marks have not disappeared. This time, I have a few more grievances. I am saddened by why I am so vulnerable and vulnerable. I hate the world for being unfair, and give me such a sick body. Why should I invent such cruel punishments and make me suffer? Looking up at the clouds in the sky, they float freely, freely and leisurely, why can I be bound to this bed, can not feel the breath of nature, the flowering season of plants; can not appreciate the anecdote of the world Something, interesting landscape; can't be refreshed, eat ice cream, look at ice cream, shovel shovel ice 'happy like a fairy. Look at yourself again, it seems like being hit into the 18th floor of hell, day and night are suffering and suffering, being entangled in pain, a little ghost eroded by disease! Thinking, thinking. Tears can't stop rushing.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and erased my nostalgic emotions. The moment of tears understood a lot. Fantasy childhood, single-sided fun! Looking at the window, everything is clear, there is no light rain, no black clouds, no sky, no sea, everything is fine. The thoughts in the moonlight are the core of tears! All this is a gift of sorrow, let me understand the moment of tears.

Second day: Yu Yinuo