By renaming, I mean the name of the stone carving at the gate. It's been several months since the real name was changed ... Just passing Jianxin Street, I saw several workers carving at the entrance of Chenming Hospital. After carving and daubing, a line of big characters came into view-"Shandong Shouguang Hexin Hospital". I was curious at the time. This line of Chinese characters is very similar to the font of Fan Ceng. I went in and saw that it was written by Xin Ximeng. (Xin Ximeng's calligraphy doctoral supervisor) At that time, my thought was, fortunately, it was not the scarab style of Fan Ceng and "master" Fan Ceng. I really can't compliment. ...
I thank Shouguang Chenming Hospital. Two things: First, almost ten years ago, for various reasons, I suddenly became deaf. But a fellow villager in Chenming Hospital is a doctor at Yangkou, and he is very kind to me. Think about how dark those days were! I had an injection in the morning, then I went to work and called again at night. It lasted for half a month and I recovered. Second, 20 13 rode a motorcycle to visit Fangshan in Changle, and hit a dog when he returned to the city, tearing his finger. Thanks to the meticulous treatment of doctors in Chenming Hospital, I recovered after half a month. ...
People should be grateful and put this blog post, blessing and letter. ...
Paste the old work again:
20 13 national day-what a fucking meaningful life.
Eleven holidays. It makes me suffocate. See friends around you or go home or travel far. I'm alone. Very lonely. I think, I haven't been to Fangshan for a long time, just as autumn is strong. It's also good to go to Fangshan to see autumn colors. I don't have a car. The mount on the crotch is still the broken motorcycle that has been riding for almost 20 years. It took me all over the nearby mountains and rivers. Whether you are proud or depressed. Accompany me faithfully along the way. As a result, I just left. Spank the horse and whip it. It was dusty all the way. Hu Ying, Ji Tai, Martin, Changle,,, were all left behind my car. Autumn is crisp and full of energy. The fields are full of bumper harvests. Or harvest, or sow. Busyness and joy are written on the face. So full and satisfied. I went to the supermarket at the foot of the mountain and bought something to eat and drink. The smile of the supermarket owner is still charming. I haven't seen her for several years, and the years seem to have left few traces on her face, but more mature charm. At that time, I actually had a feeling of trance. In the farewell and persuasion of the proprietress, I strolled into Fangshan. I was a little tired when I went to Fangshan, Bai Shou. Eat and drink enough, take a nap and continue climbing the mountain. . . . . Fangshan ancient temple is on the west slope, facing south. Two courtyards, simple and elegant, antique. The moment I stepped into the ancient temple, I felt the refreshing feeling after bathing in my heart, which can't be described in words. Clean and transparent. More than a dozen well-preserved ancient monuments, from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty to the Republic of China, silently tell the long history of its precipitation. Feel it casually, and it will be full of years of rings and vicissitudes. Go east out of the temple gate and climb the stairs. A cypress tree opens its heart like an old man and accepts all sentient beings. Or ask for a child, or seek money, or seek medical treatment, or propose marriage. . . . . . . . . . Red auspicious words hung all over the branches, which became the spiritual sustenance of a good man and a good woman. There is a sapphire mine on the top of the mountain, which is probably abandoned. Three or five old people are digging, as if the harvest is ok. I asked about the price and said 50 yuan each. I'm afraid it's fake. Second, I am afraid that I can't process it myself and dare not buy it. When I went down the mountain, I chose the cement road in the south. The mountain is high and steep, so you can only shift gears and slow down all the way. After arriving at a village, suddenly, a big brown dog came out of the ditch. I couldn't dodge and crashed into it. Fall to the ground instantly. Thanks to the helmet protection, otherwise I would die! The helmet was broken, the fingers were torn, and the blood was not stopped. . . . . . . My idea at that time was to treat and dress it in Changle nearby, but after seeing that the wound was deep but the bleeding was not too severe, I decided to continue riding home. So I ran bloody all the way for 40 kilometers. . . . . . . . . . . . . Finally, I arrived at Chenming Hospital in Shouguang at 5: 30 pm, and I felt a sense of collapse. My left hand is shaking and I can't control myself. . . . . .