life

Looking at the scenery outside the window, it is another spring, or I am going to the next spring. I looked at the window bored and complained about life. It was already spring, but I still felt cold. I wrapped my clothes alone in the ward.

I should not come here, my life should not have a little connection with these things. The old story, a car accident has completely disrupted my life. For two years, although I have been unaware from the time I arrived, I can barely walk now, but it is still a result. I can’t walk independently. I am in pain in my bed all day long. After a day and a day, the original patients have healed. I will never forget the satisfaction of their faces when they leave. It is like a dagger, deeply inserted into the softest place in my heart. They walked one by one, and finally There is only one person left in the huge ward. Only the air is with me every day. Even if I look back now, the darkness of that day will still make me feel awkward. This kind of awkward life only ends when she arrives. In memory, she accidentally broke into here, and afterwards, she was shocked and said that the atmosphere here is like a grave. She is my new patient and a problem with her legs. She told the nurse to pull all the curtains open, the sun came in, and all the haze was swept away. I was a little uncomfortable. I haven't opened the window for a long time, the sunlight outside the window is so glaring, but it is so full of vitality, shining on her, there is a kind of good-looking. Her family put a bunch of flowers on her desk, carnations, and a piece of the whole room was scented. I can't tell that feeling, but she brings a touch of difference to my life, and I even enjoy it. I was familiar with her for the rest of the day. She asked me to write down my daily mood or words I wanted to say, and then hang it on the bedside. For a long time, these days are hanging on my bed like a necklace. She taught me to know a lot of flowers, all kinds of things, she told me that the flowers in the garden downstairs of the hospital are all open, and every time I will imagine how I stand in the garden. The bleak days have finally passed, my life is full of hope, I am eager to hope that my legs are going well, but the accident has happened. Her wounds were infected, and she suddenly turned to the ICU. I prayed in the days every day. Every day passed. Finally, my legs didn’t need a wheelchair. I could walk around independently. On the day of the line, I was careful. Go down the stairs and go to the garden downstairs. The flowers in the garden are open, just like a piece of preview sea, I stand in the middle and enjoy it all. There is still a week of observation period before I can leave the hospital. I am looking forward to the day. Finally, I can be discharged from the hospital. After I finished the discharge procedure, I suddenly thought of her. I want to see her. The hospital has regulations, ICU is Can't visit. I just stood outside, looking through the window, inside, no one inside, I was a little surprised, just then, I heard her mother's crying, coming from the stairs. I struggled to turn the wheelchair and the wheelchair slowly slipped into the stairwell. I found her mother sitting on the stairs and crying on the railing. I took a pack of paper towels from my pocket and whispered, "Auntie. "The paper towel was handed over. Aunt took the paper towel and wiped the nose. He said, "Thank you." Then he sucked his nose and tried not to let himself cry, but the tears still flowed out. "Auntie, what?" "What happened?" I whispered, "My daughter, she, she." "What happened to her?!" My voice was a little big, maybe it was worried. "She, she just went." Aunt said here, The face that had just calmed again began to cry again. "Ah?!" My heart was tight and almost fell from the wheelchair. "So, where is she now?" I was a little panicked, but still try to stay calm," They are dealing with it." At this time, I can't calm down. I left the aunt in the same place, rushed to my ward like a madman, imagining that she was still lying in bed, looking at me like a wolf, grinning, no, nothing, I am eager to retain some of her last. The familiar atmosphere, I suddenly saw that at that moment, the days were like a tree of flowers, facing the sun, colorful and beautiful. I fell on the bed and my tears fell unconsciously.

That day, the last time I heard her message, I was discharged from hospital. My life has finally recovered from the long-lost normal, but sometimes I still think about her. On the day of discharge, she will leave from my life forever, thank you. She made me understand the true meaning of life.

Junior High School, Nanshan District, Shenzhen, Guangdong Province: Daqin Qinqin