The landlord is a small, neat female worker, she roughly separates the small second room into four rooms, and there is a small bed in the corridor, which is very narrow and crowded. But she is not a second-hand landlord, and second-hand landlords just want to make money, no matter what. She is more human and hygienic. I'm glad I found such a place to stay. Being able to accompany the old man alone is also my wish, indicating that my wife's condition is stable. As my body improved, my heart knots gradually opened, and everywhere my eyes went, they also brightened.
However, when it came time to use the medicine, he was afraid and scared, and his heart beat to his throat, firstly, he was afraid that the doctors and nurses would leak their mouths and let his wife understand what kind of disease he had; second, he was afraid that the use of medicine would kill a thousand enemies, and the poisonous side effects of self-injury of 800 would be too much... Sure enough, the more afraid of what will come. After taking the medicine, my wife and child had a fever, which became more and more serious, so I had to go to the doctor.
In the hospital, people who have not experienced it personally cannot experience all that kind of things. No matter how anxious and hot you are, in front of the closed doctor's office door, you have to be careful every time, trembling, panting and not daring to say it loudly, dare not say it and have to say it. After the doctor found out, "if the high fever does not subside, blood must be drawn for testing." "In the days when I was waiting for the test results, my wife was soaked with antipyretic medicine for a while, and her body temperature immediately rose to nearly 40 degrees, and she went back and forth, not eating or drinking. My despair and hope for my wife and children also recurred, day and night.
But the day the test results came, I couldn't wait to ask, the doctor was not there, and I was closed on Sunday. On duty was a medical school intern who had not yet graduated, and she was having a hot meal with someone who looked like her boyfriend, and she didn't show any impatience with my inquiry, but just said lightly that the results were out, what kind of Gudhelma infection, as if it was not a big deal. As soon as I heard this, I was anxious, and I suddenly remembered the three old articles of Chairman Mao in the Cultural Revolution, Dr. Bethune was infected with Ge Glacii. Busy said: "Isn't this sepsis?" It just so happened that nurse Xiao Tian walked into the house, this lovely Shandong girl was extraordinary, very caring to patients, and patients and family members in the hematology ward did not praise her. And the day before yesterday: when she was on night duty, she witnessed the tragic situation of her wife's fever, and she hit three or four thermometers in a row without knowing it. It was also when I was desperate, desperate, and unable to find my family to rush to the imperial capital overnight, comforting me and saying: "Auntie, don't worry, I have seen patients with high fever in many situations, and it will be easy for my uncle's blood test results to come out." She immediately called the attending doctor after learning that her wife was sepsis, and her wife used imported medicine in time and passed this ghost gate. Thanks to nurse Oda, who inherited the virtues of Nightingale. It is said that she was sent by heaven.
Human life is equally noble, only by respecting the life of others, others will respect your life.
A few days later, my wife's fever subsided, and the chief doctor and his party made routine ward rounds, and I was grateful for my gratitude: "Fortunately, the medication was timely and appropriate, and I was also grateful to Nurse Oda." Then I hurried to mention that Dr. Bethune had died of sepsis. Unexpectedly, I rushed a woman's lung tube, and I saw that she threw past the director, rushed to my eyes in one step, and loudly reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense, let the patient say it himself." "My wife's hearing is not good, but it is even worse after chemotherapy. I did the explanation. This woman was also dressed in a white coat, with a plaque on her chest, in her forties, and her big face was full of arrogance and arrogance. Just now, she also had a quarrel with the policeman in the next bed, and the policeman's mother felt sorry for her son and cried: "Please, my son is a sick person, don't be like him." "I didn't dare to say anything next to me, but I handed him a tissue to wipe his tears. Perhaps my actions angered her and did not hesitate me: "Return Bethune, who is Bethune?" You need to say! ”
I was speechless for a moment, and she didn't allow anyone to speak. Even the director couldn't stand it, pulled her, and she stopped talking. I chose to read the name on the card: Wang Qian. Later, I learned that she was studying at the local hospital, and she disappeared after a short time. The sea of people was vast, and the mountains and rivers never met, but she taught me a lesson.
In our time, the countrymen cannot get sick. After the illness, a series of chain reactions are enough to make you doomed. Man is originally a grain of sand in the world, extremely small, but not humble. But I don't know when it started, and the disregard for equality of personality became more and more marketable. Especially in hospitals, the people who seek medical treatment have no dignity or even the right to speak, and are so humble that they are crushed into the dirt. I felt inferior when I was a child, and in the long years, I learned that people can be humble, but the heart cannot be humble, so in the face of doctors like Wang Qian, I was extremely angry, painful, and like roasting on a fire all day long. In the evening, after settling my wife and children, and after leaving the ward, I burst into tears, and the anger and sorrow I had held for a day turned into tears and vented. For the sake of my wife, I willingly knocked out my teeth and swallowed blood, but not even without the dignity of being a human being.
It seemed that God had already sensed it, and as soon as I walked outside, the rain that I had never seen before fell down, and the wind became stronger and stronger, and with the lightning and thunder, people were dodging in all directions, but I was walking on the road. God broke, my heart was broken, and there was no end to the pitch black. The rain on my head kept flowing, and tears kept flowing, and I instinctively let the wind blow and rain, fighting against the darkness, until through lightning, I saw two old trees. The soil at the foot of the old tree is not much wet, the old tree can completely shelter from the wind and rain, old tree, old tree. I stumbled closer to the old tree and hugged it...
Touching the old tree, I gasped and wiped the tears mixed with rain from my face, and my mood unconsciously calmed down. The wind was still blowing, and the rain was pouring down, but the old tree used its dense and fine branches and leaves to skillfully send them away in the face of the rain, leaving a piece of pure land. And the giant umbrella-shaped canopy is both flexible and powerful in the confrontation with wind and rain, and it will also call, rotate, and even tremble, but it will not break. As for the trunk, it is mighty and unyielding, unmoving. Suddenly, I touched the scar on the old tree, a deep scar, like my hurt dignity. What is the heart is not humble, the old tree is to make the heart not be humble. Only by making one's heart strong enough, strong enough, just like the hardest part of an old tree is its scar, under the old tree in the wind and rain, I thought about it, and I even remembered the long-lost Austrian writer Zweig and his work "The Story of Chess", in which the protagonist is put in a solitary cell by the enemy, intending to destroy his will with loneliness. When he was lonely to the point of despair, he found a chess book, which allowed him to regain his freedom, and then he defeated the world chess champion.
The old tree is my "chess game", the "chess game" of my wife and me. What is the perfect way to live? It's just that there is self-knowledge above people, and when you live below people, you treat yourself as a person, choose at the right time, and be able to survive when you are suffering, as long as there is hope, you have to try desperately.
The old tree has come into my life, into my life and my wife's life.
Every chemotherapy cycle, we had to go to the imperial capital, first hospitalize my wife and children, and then I tried my best to live in Xiao Liu's rented house, and at most I lived in a small bed in the corridor, and the small bed was cheap. What's more, two or three times a day, you have to pass by the old tree.
I got up early in the rental house, cooked a meal and went out, turned into the small corner door, and said hello to the old tree first when there was anything to do: "Good morning to the old tree". Later, he folded his hands and worshiped the old tree three times: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south"! I don't know when it became my compulsory morning class at this hospital. When you return to your lodgings at night, you should also say to the old tree, "See you tomorrow." "If something happens, I will stop under the old tree and pour out my heart to the old tree.
Autumn went to winter, and it was the day of my wife's chemotherapy, so I suddenly changed the ward, saying that the original ward was overcrowded. The change of wards is to reopen the joints of the doctor in the tube bed. This kind of thing was commonplace, but my wife had to wait in the rental house. I handed the new resident a "red envelope" and, seeing that it didn't work, immediately asked my son to hurry over with two servings of seafood. The seafood is still working quickly, and my wife is hospitalized, and I also have a cold and fever. It was another ten days and half a month of tossing, and the torture of life was worse than death, and chemotherapy was finally available, but the regulations were changed, and I had to go far away from the hospital to buy my own medicine.
I was travelling with my daughter next to my bed. The neighbor bed is a rural business owner who was not met when he was young and worked hard for many years, and is a die-hard fan of writer Mo Yan. His daughter was very happy to see her father talking to me about literature and took good care of me. When the two of us went, it went well, but when we bought the medicine and took the subway, we were both targeted by thieves, and my bag was cut into a big hole, and more than 10,000 yuan was lost. I wanted to put the money in the ward when I was leaving, but I was worried that there would be a mistake in the hospitalization fee, and I somehow forgot about it! Fortunately, the medicine and documents are still there. The companion lost little money, but he took a mobile phone.
Now that I think of it, I can imagine what it was like at that time. The money was sold, and I was in a hurry at that time, and when I returned to the ward, I had to hide from my wife that the medicine was very smooth.
When chemotherapy begins, the void of life is opened. The medicine is self-paying, the price is surprisingly expensive, every time I buy medicine, I use a lot of real money to redeem my life, and I can't breathe but I have to let this mountain weigh on my head.
But where there is a glimmer of hope to live, who will give up easily? We can only find ways to raise funds. At the beginning, I also approached the relevant authorities, but it turned out to make your life even more chilling. Bear your own suffering, the house in the fourth-tier small city is not worth much, but it has to be sold. The money from the sale of the house was stolen by thieves, and I couldn't let my wife know or see it, and once again I felt lost and confused, and life was worse than death, and I hugged the old tree again.
There is no snow in the winter of the imperial capital, but in my eyes, the winter of the imperial capital is so desolate, indifferent, solemn, and harsh, especially the wind that blows not frantic but fierce, making people cold to the bone, as if countless vampires are sucking human blood and turning it cold. There is also the queue of drill poplars, the rigidity and rigidity of the light, like lifeless telephone poles. And our old tree, I don't know when it has become, has become us, two old trees, this one is my wife, and the other is me. Although the old tree has lost its leaves, it still has branches, and the shapes are varied, like a silhouette, showing its unique charm.
I patted this one, touched the other, and said something to the old tree, thinking what the old tree would say to me. The old tree will definitely say: "Wealth goes to people's safety, as long as people are still there, peace and tranquility." After a while, a warmth flowed and radiated from my heart to my whole body, and the old tree had given me its persistence, strength, and firmness, and I was relieved to give me warmth.
In winter, when it gets dark early, when I return to my residence at night, I often can't see the old trees clearly, just because I feel that I greet the old trees every day. On this day, the lights suddenly turned on under the old tree, crowded, a group of people broke the tranquility under the old tree, they set up a glass box for walking, sold cooked food, what pig head, broiler chicken wings, duck neck, and fried peanuts, rice, salted tofu skin... Varied, eye-catching. In order to attract business, the gang pulled up a banner with white characters on a red background, and tied the branches of the old tree with steel wire at both ends, and I even felt that the steel wire seemed to be pierced into my body and my heart. I looked at the old tree, and the old tree was completely unfocused, still me. In the past, they were not decadent for loneliness and twilight, and now they are not succumbed by cold abuse, standing calmly and calmly between heaven and earth, absorbing the breath of life from all things in heaven and earth to those who need it. And how we need the vitality of the old tree, that is, the spirit of the old tree!
When spring arrived, we arrived in the imperial capital. This time, my wife learned about his condition, which was an oversight of mine and a careful consideration by his. He was too careless and foolish, he had always been such a person. People in the mountains have never taken their health seriously, not to mention that our generation grew up in the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the common trait is to fight for the communist cause all their lives when they are young, and they also care about the country and others when they are old.
Every time I am hospitalized, I have a medical record, and the last time I have a medical record is to pick it up next time. My wife inadvertently rummaged through my bag, and he saw the illness. But he remained silent and did not say anything. When the nurse finished the medicine for him again, he asked me the name and effect of the medicine, and I said it was for kidneys. He said, "No, right? It should be for blood. He also said, "Life and death are fate, and heaven is not up to man." You underestimate me so much, I want to open it! ”
At this moment, I should have cried and cried happily, but I didn't, the old tree appeared in front of my eyes, and my wife's soul is the spirit of the big tree.
Spring in Kyoto is much earlier than at home in Tohoku, when the leaves at home are budding, and the old trees are already flourishing and dyed with new greenery. When I came, I was really afraid that the cooked food seller had not left, and when I saw the old tree, I realized that the gang had already gone. It's just that a tree is still covered with steel wire, and when I see the steel wire, I choke on my throat, and my heart is very unhappy. However, the old tree has already bloomed, and the milky white locust flowers, like strings of wind chimes hanging on the branches, emit a refreshing fragrance, and the wind floats beyond the small horn gate.
I don't remember how many times I came to the imperial capital, but there were always twenty or thirty times. The time on the road to medical treatment is always lightning, but it is longer than the night. When the Dragon Boat Festival in 2018 passed, my wife, who had already controlled my illness, and I came to the old tree again, with mixed tastes and mixed feelings, and I congratulated him with tears in my eyes: "Living is victory!" "What the doctor said has been broken, and it stands to reason that his wife has performed miracles. The old wife who is not good at children's love finally took out the nest of his heart: "I owe it to you." Then he cried. From the time I knew him, I only remember him crying once, when his mother died. This is after many years, he is also old, so old tears run rampant.
"We both have to thank the old tree." Although I cried a lot, I was different from my wife and child in the early days of the disease, and I was happy. After many vicissitudes, the flowers are still blooming, and the old trees. In the face of birth, old age, illness and death, can remain calm, calm, can not leave, life and death depend on each other... It is the life that my wife and I have walked through after seeing the old tree.
Wu Dianying, born in 1947, graduated from Beizhen High School in Liaoning Province in 1968 and retired from the Huludao City Federation of Trade Unions in 2002. I love literature and try to create. Only after retirement was the collection of essays on ugly women and novella "Old House" published.
Wei Huifang (WeChat nickname Fashion Baonu) is a native of Qian'an City, Tangshan, Hebei, and is now retired. Enjoys traveling, cheongsam catwalks, recitation. Recitation has just started, learn more from teachers on the way of recitation, and are willing to bring beautiful voices to friends, accompany each other in poetry, and grow together.
He Yun (Hansong); Zhao Zhongfen (Forgetful Grass); Xu Yanxia (Han); Wang Qiuying (Qiuyue Hanjiang); Jiang Guimei (Mei Ao); Ma Shujun (Junzilan ); Tao Jixin; Li Aisheng (Ruo Xi'er); He Shuxin (Comfort and Happiness); Jia Minhua (Charm of the Years); Zhu Aichao; Wei Huifang (fashionable grandmother); Ma Shujun (Junzilan ); Cui Zhenjiu (old gentleman); Tung Jianding (the sound of the waves is still there); Qin Man (Ginkgo Song); Kan Shumin (June Lotus), Guan Shanhai, Chen Fenglan (Youlan), clinging to nothingness. Wang Yi (the rest of his life 🌻)
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——Selected works of Wang Biqiang
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【Biqiang works】Six rhythmic poems
One of the poems in the series of "Qiangqiang Diary".
【Lanting Poems】Nian Nujiao's two poems "Big Buddha's Wish" Author: Wang Biqiang
【Beautiful poetry and beautiful recitation】Poetry recitation "Reverie in front of Du Fu Thatched Cottage" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Small bridge flowing water
Poetry recitation "Tang Feng Song Rhyme" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
[The Legend of Leifeng Pagoda] No. 3: Male and female voices recite "Tower Bridge Dialogue" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Wang Jie He Yun
[The Legend of Leifeng Pagoda] No. 4: Poem Recitation "Pagoda Resurrection" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Yan Luwen
【Wang Biqiang】My father and Li Shiwei's uncle were friends
【Lanting Poem】Poetry recitation "I give an idea to the cowherd" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Teacher's Day Song】Poetry recitation "I like dust flying" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Wang Biqiang's works】 Three poems of Gelu poems "Past Stories of Knowing Youth" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Wang Biqiang's work】Poetry recitation "I miss the north in the south" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Return to the garden and live in the field
【Wang Biqiang's work】Soundtrack recitation of "A Pure Wool Zhongshan Suit" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Wang Biqiang's work】"Four Songs of Drinking Fire Order_Autumn's Message" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Wang Biqiang's works】Poetry recitation "My Dream" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Lanting Poems】The Origin of the Doctrine of "Lonely Ping" in Legal Poetry and the Two Schools Today" Editor: Wang Biqiang
【Wang Biqiang talks about poetry】"An Easy Way to Master the Rules of Rhythmic Poetry" Author: Wang Biqiang
【Biqiang's works】Poetry recitation "Snowflakes in Seibei and Clear Spring in Jiangnan" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Yan Luwen
【Biqiang's work】The soundtrack recited one of the long key words of "Looking Ahead" "Nian Nu Jiao _ Broken Bridge Bow Head" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ni Weigao
【Biqiang's work】"Brief Speech of Song Ci" Editor: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Jiang Guimei
【Biqiang's work】"Nian Nu Jiao's Word Plate Shallow Talk" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Biqiang's work】"Introducing a Poignant Music" Editor: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Biqiang's work】Poetry recitation "Swimming in the Hanhai of Poetry" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ni Weigao
【Biqiang's work】The soundtrack recited one of the long key words of "Looking Ahead" "Nian Nu Jiao _ Broken Bridge Bow Head" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ni Weigao
【Biqiang's work】soundtrack recitation "Looking Forward" long tune word No. 2 "Nian Nujiao-Wangjia Mountain" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ni Weigao
【Biqiang's work】Soundtrack recitation "Looking Ahead" long tune word No. 3 "Eight Voices Ganzhou_ Ascending and Looking Far Away" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ni Weigao
【Biqiang's work】soundtrack poem recitation "See Your Back Again" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Biqiang works】Yulin Bell four "Emei Golden Dome" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Li Aisheng
【Wang Biqiang's work】Soundtrack poem recitation video "Nian Nu Jiao_Festival Feelings" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Xu Yanxia Video production: He Yun
[Traces of Worship] (1): Poetry recitation video "Buddha in the Cigarette Candlelight" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation, video production: He Yun
【Biqiang Works】Worship Traces No. 2: Seven Laws and Three Songs "Hanshan Temple" (Outer Two) Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Li Aisheng
【Biqiang's work】Worship Traces No. 3: "Three Songs of Seven Laws _ Longmen Grottoes" (Outer Two Songs) Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Zhu Aichao
【Biqiang's work】The second poem "Time meets Qingming" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Biqiang's work】Seven Laws: Three poems of the same title "Lanting Yaju" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Yan Luwen
【Biqiang works】Soundtrack poetry recitation Three songs of "Lanting Yaju" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Yan Luwen, He Shuxin
【Biqiang's work】Dubbing poem recitation "Nagging Mother" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Yan Luwen
【Wang Biqiang's work】"Reading the Window of the Train to the West", Talking about the Management of Today's Poetry Circle" recitation: Kan Shumin
【Wang Biqiang's work】"The college entrance examination is about to talk about the college entrance examination" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun
【Wang Biqiang's work】"Unforgettable 1977 College Entrance Examination" recitation: Cui Zhenjiu
【Wang Biqiang's work】soundtrack poem recitation "Man" recitation: He Yun
【Wang Biqiang's work】soundtrack poem recitation "Iron Shoulder" recitation: Cui Zhenjiu
"I love black land, I love red sorghum" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Mei Kitchen (Qingdao)
【Wang Biqiang's works】Recitation of "The Flashing Light of the Sickle and Hammer" recitation: Dong Jianding, Wang Wenling
【Wang Biqiang's work】 "Lingering in the Tang Wind and Song Yun" Recitation: Kan Shumin
"I love black land, I love red sorghum" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Mei Kitchen (Qingdao)
【Wang Biqiang's work】Three poems of Gelu poems "Emei" recitation: Yan Luwen
【Wang Biqiang's work】"Nian Nu Jiao_Hero" recitation: Cui Zhenjiu
【Wang Biqiang's work】"I came to give an idea to the weaver girl" recitation: Cui Zhenjiu
【Wang Biqiang's work】Thought of by "Su Xiaomei Three Dilemma Groom" Recitation: Yan Luwen
【Lanting Lecture Hall】The eighth lecture "A Brief Discussion on Word Structure" Editor: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Kan Shumin
【Wang Biqiang's work】Soundtrack poem recitation "Jinzhou I am in love" Recitation: Wang Qiuying
【Wang Biqiang's work】"Next to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, I See You" recitation: Small bridge flowing water
【Wang Biqiang's work】Poetry recitation "I like dust flying" Recitation: Ding Jilun
"Reading "The Window of the Westbound Train" on the Management of Today's Poetry World" by Wang Biqiang Recitation: Kan Shumin
"Reading "The Window of the Westbound Train" on the Management of Today's Poetry World" by Wang Biqiang Recitation: Kan Shumin
【Wang Biqiang's work】The second song of "Nian Nian Niang" recitation: Cui Zhenjiu
【Lanting Lecture Hall】The thirteenth lecture "On the "Beginning" in "Beginning and Inheritance" Editor: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Cui Zhenjiu
【Lanting Boutique】"The Piano Sound of the Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" Author: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Ding Jilun, Wang Jie
【Wang Biqiang's works】Poetry recitation "The Road Under Your Feet" recitation: Kan Shumin, Zhu Aichao
【Lanting Forum】The fourteenth lecture ""Inheritance" in the Beginning and Inheritance Convergence" Editor: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Kan Shumin
【Wang Biqiang's work】Poetry recitation "Desire" recitation: Li Aisheng
【Wang Biqiang's work】"The Place Where the Soul Rests" recited: Persistence is like a profit
【Wang Biqiang's work】"The sound of the piano reflecting the moon in the two springs" recitation: Holding on to the void is like a profit
【Wang Biqiang's work】"Nian Nujiao _ Hero Army" (one other song) recitation: Cui Zhenjiu
【Wang Biqiang's work】Soundtrack poem recitation "Marriage and Love" recitation: He Yun
【Wang Biqiang's work】"Autumn Lyric Piece" recitation: Cui Zhenjiu
Barkin L lives affectionately in a world of affection
【Wang Biqiang's work】"I have seen Mr. Bajin" recitation: Holding on to nothingness is like profit
【Wang Biqiang's work】"I like dust flying" recitation: Ding Jilun
【Lanting Forum】The fifteenth lecture ""Transformation and Integration" in the Beginning and Inheritance and Transformation" Editor: Wang Biqiang Recitation: Li Aisheng
