Yan Jie ward is on the second floor of the 408 intensive care.
September 26, as the Spring Bud newspaper reporter, I buckle opened the door of room 408.
Sunshine, warm fire in a hospital bed. Small Yanjie not wake up soon as the clock ticking sound of pounding, that monotonous repetition, gives the feeling flustered. I quietly opened the door, went to bed. Yan Jie panic opening their eyes, “Auntie!”
I tried to start a smiley face, this girl. However, I failed! Yan Jie is only nine years old, due to response to chemotherapy, her hair and left dozens of roots, eyebrows all gone. I reach out uggs boots and Yan Jie is also very sensible to reach out his hand. “Auntie! Thank you to see me!”
Tears in my eyes spin, I tried to hold back, do not let it flow out! This morning, editor told me that there is a cancer, girl, want to press before his death to fulfill a dream. As a journalist, I worked non-stop drive over. Yan Jie, what a lovely child, what a miserable life! I hold her tightly in his arms.
“Yan Jie, I help you put clothes on right!” I am strong pluggin smile, “long detained, small lazy Yan Jie, the sun is drying to the ass of!” “Was not it!” Yan Jie Jue lips: “Auntie, Yan Jie is not a lazy child, last night for various laboratory tests, has been frustrating me approaching dawn, and I did not sleep much for a while!
“Oh, yes aunt were not investigated to speak on the chaos! Damn!” I patted his head. Yan Jie lovely smile! Small blush-scarred. “Auntie, I know who you are!” “Oh?!” I’m surprised. “You are Liu Xiaoquan aunt, for no, our school knows you! You are Chunlei newspaper journalist, you write the article may be good-looking, and do not believe it! You see!” She said, looking from under the pillow, roll out newspapers. “I have saved go again!”
“Well Ah, small Yan Jie, aunt thank you!” “No, Auntie, do you mind if so how, I am not, a language lesson I have a headache!” I’m speechless for journalists for many years, my sharp, so that each person interviewed headache, but now! I Tam a basin of water, walking over. “Small Yan Jie, I’ll give you wash hair bar!” “Wash your face still OK, then ugg Ireland do not comb the hair, and I have a ‘head’ do!”
She made a grimace. “Bieluan said,” I cling to her, for her gently grooming the last hairs. I wash very carefully, lest this last hairs also knocked off! “Auntie, are you a good soft hands, I really like the mother.” “Is your mother today has not come yet?!” I asked. “Mom and dad divorced, I had accompanied his father, mother and new father going abroad!” “New Dad ?!”"” yes, aunt! You must think I hate my mother, actually, I do not hate! Mama said, the people for their love life and live! You say right, Auntie! ”
“Oh!” I went so far as some had nothing more to say. “Well,” I pat the Yanjie little body, she has a thin skinny. “Quick, Yan Jie, we have to set off!” Auntie, we do go! “” Little angel, devil, you Zhuangsuan, what the President did not tell you! “” Do not tell me it’s true! I thought it was not Possible! “” Today, let your wish is granted! “” I do not believe it! “I went bag inside, and microphones out.” ah, dear! “she exclaimed with.” I really had a reporter ! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ye! Ye! Ye! ”
Out of the ward, sunlight-chan! Bright and clean, mountains and rivers in the Autumn Lane whinny! Corridor, winding the strings of red flowers, big big duo duo of chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum branches thick green, bloom-filled with. My heart, in this beautiful autumn years, was actually a heavy accident! The face of Yan Jie, my heart in blood!
“Auntie, our first stop?” “Ken was based, first eat the belly, longer work!” “Auntie, I am glad!” In KFC, I have again and again to select a, Yan Jie eat . “Auntie, fast Cheng Si me!” I Lanzheyanjie to silent tears. Pharynx at the bottom of my heart, Eat Bar! Yan Jie! Life ugg boots belongs to your days were numbered! Your lovely little face, innocent child tone, how can you accept this cruel fact! “Yan Jie, my mother know you are sick?!” “Do not know.” “Tell me her address, please! “She very carefully took out his pocket from the cloth, a very public and the entire folding a small note, I opened, the read slower to catch, but also to her. “Auntie, are you going to do?”
“Let the mother came to visit you know!” “Mama,” Yan Jie suddenly cried, “I very much her!” “Do not sorry, Mom will see you soon!” Yan Jie damn big eyes, as if most do not believe that look. “Mom will not come to me, she has found her love of people!” “No, Yan Jie, you are the favorite of the people, ah, mother!” His mouth, tears, her happy smile!
Happy days are fleeting! I led a small Yan Jie came to the botanical gardens, I told her the subject of an interview is how to love green! She was excited holding the microphone, for each one passer-by, with a smile asked, interviews, and there was a little girl holding a flower, Yan Jie walked past, “little sister, you have just taken in the garden The flowers do! “” Yes! girl blushed! “” wow! What a lovely flower ah! but we hold in their hands will soon wither, and we should cherish and plants! “” I know, little sister , I was wrong, then I should cherish the life of flowers! “Yan Jie and that girls laugh together! Red of the setting sun, contrasting on her face, leaving the eternal moment!
Night, arrived. Yan Jie made a last stand! Leukemia, so that a nine years old girl, suffer severe pain! Yan Jie close your eyes in the last moment! I deeply feel the one girl, expectations of students! “Auntie, you do my mother bar!” I nodded solemnly, “Auntie, thank you! Let me eat a KFC meal, but also to meet the I wish a reporter! I can shut our eyes and the quiet! “” What do you say ah! Yan Jie! “” Auntie, I know everything, head nurse, then I understand. she said I was sensible of children, to the fate of protest! aunt. Can you hold me would you? “” Of course! “I hold back tears,” I am a mother! “” Mama, “she laughed weak, lying in my arms, closed her eyes forever ……
I cling tightly Yan Jie, with my heart, warm gradually cooling her body. I have tears, such as the dumping …… a beautiful little life end! This is true? Yan Jie, I hope you are asleep! Wake up when the aunt was also willing to take you to the base, but also take you to an interview, how clever you are a small press ah! I looked at Yan Jie, how would like to accompany her, accompanied her forever! Yan Jie, at this moment, aunt how they hope to meet you one day earlier, along with accompany you to endure pain of torture, the motherly love to you, make you immature heart, not far from bleak farewell to this world …… the the night sky, a star-studded life of the die, the sky is also Buzha calm even the eyes look at …..
A week later. Come play in the autumn day, I carried the flowers, came to Yan Jie’s memorial. I wonder if my illusion, or what! I clearly see a group of butterflies fluttering in the grave mound, unusual brilliant! I kneel on the grave, thinking about the pursuit of life, Yan Jie, thinking that all earthly jis, I am confused a while, my heart, change the very heavy, as a journalist, I really wanted to appeal to people in the world of children a little more love bar! Do not for their own happiness, cruel throwing them, they will also be the owner the right to happiness!
I stood up, glaring light, let me vertigo, did not fall in, before one person Fuzhu me. It was a woman, wearing sunglasses, a Jiao a good face, fair and clear skin. Who is she! I see! She opened her handbag, a thick stack of yuan, to my hands, “that means, for Yan Jie Thank you!”
“No,” I blurted out, I was almost angry, and I put money back into her hands, “I do not!” “Liu journalist, I am sorry, this expression may be too explicit, but, I was a really! “” Really, if you are a sincere, you will not abandon Yan Jie! of people think you have the money, money, anything can be bought, if the money useful, I will be mad borrow , but also buy the life of Yan Jie! “” Do not be excited, Liu journalists, do not forget, I am also a mother, Yan Jie’s mother. “” You’re not qualified to be her mother! “tears in her eyes, slowly stream down, shallow wrinkles, exposed weathered the years …… Sange Man rotten open with, and have not bone-chilling autumn wind, with little shrinkage in the sun, exceptionally tender and beautiful, they are not and Yin clean, as in doing the last fight!
Do anything about go, deja vu Yan returned. After the sad sentence is a deep frustration of life, having no alternative to the residual Whispering King, the small Yan Jie, you will always live in my vivid memories!
Postscript: tears in her eyes, I have completed the story. Autumn day, full of harvest, this should be happy, may be I do not know why, in my mind is always depressed! Inextricably linked in one of the rich, I thick Thanks for the Memories back, Thanks for the Memories community, Thanks for the Memories of life! Thanks for the Memories of this, it is so tired, my heart.
Unknowingly, continuous writing, is already more than 10 years, and pour over swipes a day of frustration in the hearts of so many breeds. Sometimes sad that even she herself can not control! Out the window of the sky, always in my heart a dream, through dreams, through inspiration, to describe the changing seasons in my mind. I’m a light sand, and delusion in the sea looking for paradise, this sad, and often deep emotions in my body and mind, but also because of the helplessness of life, unfortunately! Let poetry be freely realized.
In fact, my work, really can not see the world, mistakes happen again and again, though, modify, and then modify, sometimes modified beyond recognition, or full of loopholes. Thanks to a friend’s tolerance, it makes my work has been to play. Many friends, give me a letter asking me, you write what is the psychological tragedy! The depths of your body and mind, there is a huge tragedy park? You are the circumstances under which the poetry was born! I can not answer, in my heart the deep depths, there is a sad field, even a fun field, the interpretation of life, I think the tragedy, more logical, more able to my work, rendering the soul-stirring! I wrote the purpose of tragedy is to allow a tragedy does not happen! Think of a small Yan Jie, my heart in blood, sincerely hope that the world’s parents give their children a hope! Do not make their little hearts, pain and add to the pain!
Well, I will not repeat what I wanted to say, works to help me say very clearly Each novel, are my heart’s desire and longing! Do not ask true and false, right and wrong, in my spot when play and expression, are deeply moved with the written. Also believe that many of my friends will like me, there is a susceptible heart, life does not become a pale, life will become even more beautiful! Thank you to support my friend!