10.24.
The sunset is so west, and the ZhouGong Mountain on the opposite side is foggy. This is seen from the window of the cardiology inpatient department. I am seventy-five years old. The experience of Dayun's death on February 2 this year always comes to my eyes. She's been obsessed for over a year. Although it tormented her and me, my wife of decades always cared for her wholeheartedly.
At five o'clock that morning, she said to go to Xiao Xie, and I helped her to go to bed after she finished solving, and she suddenly shouted, It's over, I can't find my way home. What a headache. I was busy rubbing her. For a moment there was a purr in her throat. Calling her again shouldn't be me. I don't look good at it! Busy woke up Jiang Nan.... Knew she was leaving. But I couldn't take a breath. She was waiting for Jiang Yanlin to come home. : 120 Cars and Doctor Pingping also came. Xiao Yun and Yun Kun also arrived. They called her, and she moved. It was a goodbye to loved ones. After a while, Jiang Yan came home crying and crying at her mother, sad, never to see her again. She swallowed her last breath in the arms of the child. In this way, the relatives who have lived with me for nearly fifty years have left me. Can't help but cry sadly, the children are sad to cry! I felt that my side was empty. May she go to a better world.
Whenever the night is quiet, I always think of her silently, and the pain and suffering in my heart are expressed.
Maybe soon I'll follow her. The sunset is infinitely better, but it is a pity that it is nearly dusk.
The twilight sky, the scene of autumn and winter, the distant thoughts. A little bit bleak, a little sad.