In the street, people walk in an orderly way.
Walking briskly through the banyan tree in front of me,
Run forcefully to the destination in my heart.
And I, a silent patient,
Wandering in front of the window lattice of the hospital for a long time.
I like the fresh air in the morning,
I also like this sunny life,
It's still the fascinating scenery of nature that nobody cares about.
But looking at the scratches of time,
You're gonna push me down on the operating table,
I suddenly felt an invisible worry caught me.
A beating heart,
A pair of trembling hands,
And those scattered and confused thoughts.
Maybe, I don't have to shed the blood of that terrible man.
Don't be afraid of hurting people-
Because beginning of autumn is coming,
Have my shallow and gentle dreams,
There are also my favorite cool movies.
Like me now, I actually remembered my desire to write poetry.
So, I'm not a patient, not a patient.
When Chen Chong woke up for the first time, I saw the words "China Physician's Day" in my circle of friends, and a stream of heat flowed in my heart. Love is boundless, willing to contribute, heal the wounded and rescue the dying, and respect life. I would like to take this opportunity to wish all doctors a happy holiday.
I have endless stories with the hospital, and my personal life and growth have also changed the trajectory. I am a very unfortunate person, but also a very lucky person. These feelings are my deepest impression in the hospital. Now, my family has really become a person with a story, which is not something to be proud of, but it is not something worthy of sympathy. I will face everything I have encountered and all kinds of things I will encounter in the future.
When it comes to surgery, you can't be afraid. What I still remember is what my attending doctor said, "You may not be afraid of one or two operations, but you will be afraid of the third or fourth time." He is a handsome and energetic young man with rich and steady clinical experience. I can't help but praise him in my heart and admire him very much.
This is my third time in the operating room. I heard that all the doctors in the hospital can remember my name well. This is what my parents told me, and there is a shocking and earth-shattering sadness happening to me. Up to now, I have lost some memories, some memories I will never forget. Fortunately and unfortunately, there is no need to track them.
The third time I entered the operating room and the third general anesthesia, the comparison of my intelligence before and after may have an impact. In response to the saying that Chinese medicine is deficient in nature and lost in the day after tomorrow, my originally unintelligent mind is estimated to be dull. But it doesn't matter, because in the face of pain, I have realized the inner pain and doubted the pain of life. As long as it can relieve the pain, I have to use all the medicines, so I can ignore the clear-headed and sound-headed choice.
Today is China Physician's Day, and there are countless pictures in my mind. When you enter the hospital, most people will feel that there is nothing outside; After leaving the hospital, people usually forget the pain after scar removal, and they even think about how to live. I love the enjoyment of this life and the pain of this life. I have no choice.
I remember Russell wrote at the beginning of the article "Why I was born": The desire for love, the pursuit of knowledge and overwhelming sympathy for human suffering are three simple but strong feelings that dominate my life.
I don't have such an enlightened and advanced thought, but my understanding of suffering is more profound now. Make it bitter. Life goes on. Even though I have experienced the bitterness of life and death, I still dare not say that I have seen through the world of mortals. I still love this life and this world, and I still cherish precious feelings for love, beauty and freedom.
I'd like to take this opportunity to share some excerpts of poems written in this action.
(1) Biefengcheng:
Autumn urges the leaves to break day and night, leaving the scene should be heart-warming.
Looking back on the world, sadness and impermanence hang on yourself.
I need to know the secret first. I will rise and fall with my luck.
Fortunately, I was in pain and was reborn in Fengcheng.
(2) Feeling during illness:
Sick for a long time, grinding the heart and bones, the disaster has disappeared.
Express yourself in a miserable life and doubt that an adventure is a dream.
It's sad to feel sorry for yourself after a year.
Therefore, I will sing the song of Changle every day, and I will not bear the loss of water in my youth.
(3) Tanabata:
From morning glory to Vega, there are many stories from ancient times to the present.
The milky way is affectionate, and the dance of the magpie bridge tells the joys and sorrows.
I live in the world crazily, and often sit in the shade of Portugal and cut red notes.
A piece of acacia flies at first, and Sanshi continues to lead the way.
(4) Injury to autumn:
Migratory birds sing, flap their wings and fly, all insects sing and rest in the soil.
Leaves are rustling on the temples, and the distant mountains are warm and breathable.
Tears hanging down the four fields and different scenes, laughing and hiding six streets is not a sigh.
Autumn is becoming a color, leaving love and worry about heaven.
(5) Autumn:
I have been confused several times under the account of the solitary lamp.
Asking about the Spring and Autumn Period also blames the ruthlessness of time.
People enter the rivers and lakes without stopping, and grass rushes in the wind and rain.
I miss the horizon when I am empty, and sigh after the past.