It was an early winter in 2014, when my wife was diagnosed with uterine tumor and needed surgery. We rushed to one of the best hospitals in B city to stay. There are more than ten patients in the same ward. Although it is a little messy, I am still pleased to be able to stay in time. All the examinations are finished, just waiting for the operation. After waiting for three days in a row, the doctor always said that he was too busy to stand. But I was worried. Although I asked for leave, there were so many things at home that I couldn’t afford to delay the time. At this time, a patient’s family member in another ward reminded me that you have to take the initiative to show a little bit to the doctor, or you have to suffer from the year of monkey and the month of horse, he said that his wife did the surgery after giving a gift …… I was in a dilemma when I heard that I had not given a gift for such a long time! But for the sake of my wife’s illness, I think I have to practice thick skin. According to that kind-hearted man’s instruction, I remembered what I should say, prepared the gift package that should be given, and went straight to the doctor’s office. When I walked to the door of the office, my heart jumped abruptly; Looking around, people around seemed to be watching myself. My face was red and I felt like a thief in my heart. I stood there stiffly with a drum in my heart …… finally I didn’t walk into the doctor’s office. When I returned to the ward, that kind-hearted person enlightened me for a while, and persuaded me to find opportunities and be responsible for my family. I feel deeply that I am incompetent and stupid: what others can do easily can’t be done by myself. I made up my mind that today I really want to risk my wife’s illness. When the doctor got off work, I saw the attending doctor walked into the dressing room and followed him immediately. I didn’t dare to see a doctor’s face. I recited a few words taught by a kind person, put down my wallet and returned it as if I ran away. My heart was about to jump out, and my face was feverish …… I really didn’t know how to get back to the ward. People in the ward looked at me with strange eyes. I also felt like a thief who had done bad things. I was really ashamed to meet others when I lay on the bed and covered the quilt quickly! The next morning, the head nurse informed us to move from Ward 15 to Ward 1 and prepare for surgery in the morning. Ward 1 has only two beds, spacious and quiet. The attending doctor went to the ward in person and instructed the aspects to be paid attention to and the matters to be prepared before the operation. The operation started at ten o’clock, and soon the operation ended smoothly. My hanging heart finally fell down. I understand that the gift-giving plays a role in living in a good Ward and having surgery in time. This time I did get the benefits brought by the gift-giving. However, this matter has been stabbing my heart and lingering. At the thought of this matter, my face got a fever and my heart beat abruptly. It took a long time for me to settle down. Usually, I am afraid that people will talk about gifts, especially that someone will invite me to give gifts to others. I always wonder when I can do things without giving gifts! I am looking forward to …… I am writing this article, which is just about my life experience and some thoughts and feelings. For some helpless actions made by friends to survive, I am both sympathy and understanding! I hope you don’t misunderstand my friends, thank you!

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Turn around three years ago, turn around six years ago, turn around 12 years ago. All of them become memories behind us. Memories are so strong that how can I forget them.

I am should thank you for passing by during my growth, which brought me not only memories, but also the traces we passed by together on that road and the joy we accidentally cast together, the dream of exile together….

Twelve years ago, I was still stupid. Running with you on the field road every day, I don’t have so many thoughts. I just want to be happy with you every day. Count the birds flying in the sky and watch the floating clouds in the sky. Childhood is so pleasant. That’s why we don’t know what parting is. Maybe we are too young and not so sad. As time goes by, when I look up at the sky again and count the birds, I will remember that there was such a group of people walking through my childhood with my vitality. Friends from afar, are you all right? You stayed in the deepest place in my heart like this, and you felt painful secretly every time you thought of it. Regret that we were too young at that time. Regret that we didn’t understand parting at that time. Regret that we didn’t say goodbye well. Some people will never see it after saying goodbye.

Six years ago, we were just like children who didn’t grow up, joking heartless all day long. You chased me to beat me during class, and you had already been used to this kind of life. The rebellion in adolescence kept opposing teachers. I have been trained by teachers, talked by parents, and criticized by the director. But the most is really infinite gratitude to my friends. We can be brothers and brothers in groups of four, we can be brothers and brothers with more than ten people, we can fight for a basketball, we can be punished by the director to drag the stairs together. In those years, I seemed to put all my youth there, and from then on there was no passion and joy. Without that environment, the rising passion would no longer exist. Everything now seems to be so different. The friends together in those years were still there, but the joy in those years did not know where the time rushed. You all right? Do you think of young US in a quiet corner like me occasionally. Time teaches us to grow, but also makes us lose something we don’t want to lose but can’t recover on our way to growth. What is left is just the memory that fades year by year. I am afraid that one day my memory will become blurred and finally forget. Sometimes I wonder why we can’t go back after leaving a lot of things. Is it because our original affection was not deep enough? Was it because we were not sincere enough at the beginning? Is this really the case?

People often say that growth is a process of continuous separation. I have to grow up. I am not afraid of growing up. I am just afraid of the memories left by growing up and turning around that once made me happy. Fear from then on, they are just memories, afraid that they will never meet people like them again.

Three years ago, I still remember. We stayed in a small shop eating hot pot, drinking beer and playing games, teasing each other. At that time, we were used to the joy. Who knows that we are so strange even when we meet. No one can explain all this. What’s wrong with us? What’s wrong with us.

Walking and walking, it dispersed, and even the memory faded. He seemed to be my portrayal when I was more and more afraid of reading these words. I can only recall the rest.

Thank you to those who didn’t leave me all the way. Thank you for being with me all the time. Besides memory, I still have you in my life.

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On the night of the bright moon and the breeze, the boat flows in the middle, where the boat arrives, wine tasting and flute, this situation has never been romantic. Just like walking home last night, the stars were all over the sky at that time. In the distance of the field, the lights were connected into a line. The night was slightly cool and the wind was cold and silent, which made me feel particularly comfortable. The world becomes tired and fretful without knowing what to do. Such an environment can calm down and think about something.

Some people live a smooth life, their families show off, their individuals are outstanding, and the benefits of the world are gathered. Some people are gentle and have friends all over the world. Some people are steadfast and hard-working, and they can achieve something in middle age if they devote their whole life to pursuing the fame and honor of the world. These people were all integrated into the secular world and gained the recognition of the secular world. There is another kind of person who does not deal with things from the secular perspective. It is hard to be born, has a bad life, is wandering in the arena, and has no return to the place where the heart is in the world. The fame and fortune have never been paid attention to, and everyone likes it without demanding. Only this last kind of people can feel the breeze and the bright moon, and can sing the mountains and torture life. Such as Huang laoxie, Yang Guo’s eccentric, not bound by the world, prefer to sing in the arena. The peculiarity that the world thinks is just that they don’t want to be classified into a certain kind of people in their hearts. They even ruin their reputation and don’t care about it. I am a madman of Chu, and the song of Feng Song in nine days is like howling in the mountains, like the rolling of rivers and seas, and the strong wind drives trees. If you are crazy, you will be crazy. Of course, secular affairs will not be discussed from secular perspective. I will write my own perspective, whatever you say about secular affairs?

Thinking but not seeing, thinking but not reaching, Heart has nothing to return. Often I tremble, not deeply grieved? The desolation and loss of life is like being buried by ice and snow, cold and numb, and thorough heart. Husi Ruan Ji traveled by car, and went back with no road to cry. Life was alive. There was never a new road, but the road to return was paved under his feet. But he didn’t want to go back. What he wanted in his heart could not reach him, bleeding caused by injury.

All people are fascinated by the immortals in the picture. No one loves the best in the world. They don’t like others to care about themselves, but I care about myself.

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