The Creation of the Song "Farewell"

Good farewell to the green line, once, once, where everyone's eyes and hopes beat. There was almost no sound in the ward, except for the rapid heartbeat because of sadness and the stubborn and slight footsteps of the emergency doctor. Nothing, nothing ... everyone's state is static, but they still can't hide their inner fears. This is really the most horrible thing in the world, and it simply takes people's souls away! They just looked at him, their eyes full of hope, love, fear and sadness. They held hands tightly, no, never! How great he is, how can he ... He lies quietly, quietly, in that cold bed. He looks like an angel, an angel who brings warmth to the world. You know, he will be tired, too. No, he's asleep. What a handsome and kind expression! In fact, people don't want him to sleep longer! However, the country needs him, the people need him, and everyone needs him ... His wife came in quietly. With the help of the nurse, she looked at him. He is her beloved husband! A teenager who sent a deep love letter thousands of miles away, accompanied his wife under the book of Haitang ... Time really makes people grow old, and a faint love has really gone through half a century. Besides, the warmth will never die. I remember a few days ago, he once smiled and said to her, "In fact, I still have a lot of words in my stomach!" " "And she, looking at his childish dimples, replied softly," Me too, there are still many things I haven't told you! " "She thought, just bury these words in my heart! Forever and ever … the clock on the wall rang once, and another minute passed. Now every minute is so long. Wait! The green line began to blink uneasily and beep. Oh, my god What the hell is going on! Under people's painful gaze, the lines slow down, slow down, slow down … until they become a straight line, a ferocious knife! Oh, my god How come, how come ... all my hearts are hollowed out and I stand there with nothing. Only his wife came to the bed trembling, stroked his gray hair and kissed him deeply on the forehead. The room was strangely quiet, only echoing the trembling call: "You left, how did you leave ... why didn't you wait for me ..." A tear fell on his thin face, melting happiness. Everyone was in tears, watching the dying old man kiss her lover goodbye. They are all recalling that a few months ago, before his last operation, when he entered the operating room, he was still looking for someone to talk to. Half a month ago, he met foreign guests with swollen feet and ill-fitting cloth shoes. A few hours ago, he was still in a coma and said, "I have nothing to do here." Take care of comrades who need it more. " Now, now ... suddenly, the earth-shattering cry turned into one! People have never been so sad, people have never been so lost and at a loss. There is no sound, no language to express this feeling. He is a lamp that guides the ship forward. He is a fire, burning himself and bringing light to the people. In this devil's decade, if it weren't for him, what kind of abyss of destruction would we go? Oh, my God, he's gone ... he's gone ... We love you! Don't go! We want you to stay, stay ... The sky outside the window is turning white, like a pale twisted face, crying and heartbroken.

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