Who will miss that Hua Xinfeng?
The wind that can warm the frozen soul comes from another kind heart.
I lay down and listened to the whistling wind outside the window. I know that when the wind comes, apricot flowers will be in full bloom. But I, like a dead vine, wander in the hospital bed. Last spring, I fell ill without warning, and my whole strength disappeared inch by inch, leaving only my eyes turning. I lay down and listened to the whistling wind outside the window. The door was gently pushed open and my attending doctor came in. He is no different from other doctors. He will only say to me, "Don't worry, you have to have confidence in yourself." They don't know that every time I transfer to another hospital, my courage will be reduced by one point and my hope will be dashed. When I was transferred to this hospital, my heart was almost blank. The doctor leaned against the window and looked at my various laboratory results this week. I clearly know that my situation has not improved at all. The drip bottle is almost empty. When the little nurse pulled out the needle for me, she suddenly asked, "Do you know what Hua Xinfeng is?" This sentence hit my heart at once. The little nurse looked up and said, "My little niece asked me this morning, but I couldn't answer. I thought you were a teacher, so maybe I know. "
I was silent for a while, and then replied softly, "There is an agreement between flowers and wind. Every year, it is 65438+ 10 to May, and there is 24 winds in * *. The wind is coming, and a flower is blooming. Blow plum blossoms once, camellia twice and daffodils three times ... until the weather gets warmer and all the flowers bloom. The wind has faith, the flowers are correct, and the years are like this, and they will never bear it. This wind is called Hua Xinfeng. " The little nurse said happily, "What a beautiful agreement, what a beautiful wind, just like a fairy tale." The attending doctor also put down the test sheet and listened to the wind outside the window.
"Now it's eleven blows, called apricot blossom wind." I said softly. This time last year, it was also such a sunny day. I led a group of children to fly out of the campus like birds. The apricot blossom has already blossomed in the sea, and the children are all around me, singing "Plum blossom, camellia, daffodil, Daphne ..." with children's voices as soft as flowers. Even if such a good time passes, it will be the injury that I dare not touch easily. I couldn't control myself any longer, and big drops of tears flowed out. I tried to wipe away my tears, but I gritted my teeth and couldn't lift a finger. My tears poured down again, but fortunately, in the shadow of dusk, no one could see.
On Monday, the attending doctor examined me and gently asked me if I would like to give his students a lesson. I know this hospital is affiliated to the medical college and also teaches students. Sometimes in unusual cases, he will ask the patient to cooperate with the class. I have my self-esteem, and I don't want to be pushed to the podium to show my shriveled limbs in front of young students. Looking at me speechless, he smiled: "There is no hurry in class. It is warm outside. I will push you out for a walk. "
The wheelchair moves slowly, and everything outside is familiar and unfamiliar. Green grass, apricot flowers like snow. During the break, a group of students came to say hello to the teacher. I saw them walking freely, waving their hands easily, and my heart was full of envy. Some petals were trampled by birds and just floated on my face. A girl smiled, leaned down and brushed the petals off her face for me. Slender and flexible fingers, sticking to my face, have a kind of warmth. I am very touched, even teaching AIDS are worthwhile for such students in such a blooming season. I decided to have a class with them.
The next morning, the weather was fine, and the attending doctor pushed me out of the ward. Thinking that I will be in such a mess soon, facing dozens of pairs of curious eyes, my heart seems to have cracked a thousand seams, and the cool wind keeps coming. However, he pushed me under a flower tree. The students had already waited in line and bowed to me to say hello. I also saw a gentle old lady. The attending doctor introduced her as his teacher, and I was shocked. The attending doctor squatted down to adjust the backrest of the wheelchair. A boy gave me a pillow, and a girl with short hair carefully covered my legs with a towel. I am even more surprised: how can I show you the characteristics of the disease when the teaching aid is covered so tightly? The attending doctor smiled and said to me, "On that day, my classmates and I mentioned Hua Xinfeng, and everyone was very interested. Now, please tell us about it. " I was shocked. In an instant, all the anxiety and sadness receded like a flood, and my heart was moist.
The students gathered around me and clapped gently. I looked out from flowers and leaves, and the sky was as blue as a fairy tale. The sun shines through the flowers and casts mottled light and shadow on everyone. In a trance, I thought it was a dream. I told them about the origin of Hua Xinfeng and the poems related to Hua Xinfeng. Students listened and recorded that the old man's eyes were appreciative, and the attending doctor smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I can't help talking about my students. Some of them are quiet and some are lively. Everyone is a flower in my heart. I don't love them enough. I miss them.
The old man smiled and said, "Girl, you are a good teacher who knows how to love. You are the Hua Xinfeng in children's lives." The attending doctor stared at the old man and said: "At that time, the family suffered a sudden change. It was you who encouraged me again and again and kept me alive. You are also my Hua Xinfeng. "
A boy said, "It feels like the end of the world to fail in the college entrance examination for the first time." The teacher sent me a text message saying that if fate grabs your throat, you will scratch its armpit desperately. "Everyone laughed.
A girl with a cane came up from behind and said, "My Chinese teacher also told me that if fate breaks your leg, it will definitely teach you how to limp." She also asked me to go to see chrysanthemums in autumn. "I'm a little sad to hear this sentence. I also promised my students that I would take them to see peach blossoms. Now, the peach blossom is going to be red, but I want to stand you up.
The old man's deep eyes seemed to see my heart. She smiled and said, "Girl, I also suffered from Guillain-Barre syndrome when I was 30 years old, just like your situation now." I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at her blankly. "But, you see, now, I not only attend classes as usual, but also climb mountains, play the violin and dance the tango. You must have confidence in yourself. " The old man held my weak finger. The attending doctor stood behind her, smiling silently.
My heart suddenly shook, as if the wind suddenly blew, awakening those sleeping longings in my heart.
Another spring, I finally recovered and stood on the podium for a long time. I said to the children of the new level: "Hua Xinfeng understands the dreams of all plants, sticks to the agreement with each flower, and wakes up the sleeping flowers again and again with 24 times of patience and 24 times of enthusiasm."
I remembered my attending doctor. When I was sick and depressed, he took great pains to design a class for me and successfully woke me up from my nightmare. He knew that when disaster suddenly came, despair was a greater disaster. He knows what I lost in this difficult journey when I was young. Because of his profound understanding, he will have those gentle compassion and good intentions.
Even if it has been hurt, hurt, withered. But who will miss Hua Xinfeng blowing from the depths of time again and again?