Solo Dance
Wen/Su Sanpi
Whenever I checked the wards, I always used to call her number twenty-eight. She would give me a sweet "oh", and then excitedly report to me about her day, or what she had learned. Twenty-eight, a little girl under the age of twelve, had accidentally broken her leg, then was diagnosed with bone cancer and had her left leg amputated from the hip down. In her case, I couldn't seem to find the sadness and misanthropy that patients have. I always thought compassionately: "Little girl, maybe you don't understand, but you are facing a great difficulty in your life," she said.
Her strength surprised me. Take the day of the surgery. When she woke up from the anesthesia and touched the thick bandages, she didn't end up crying. I heard her say to her mother, who was guarding her, "Mom, you have to help me, I can't do this without dancing! Her mother turned her face away and wiped away her tears, but she smiled (it was a pale and helpless smile), Mom, we all have to learn to be strong, don't we?
Twenty-eight is the patient in my charge. From chatting with her, I learned that she is a fifth-grade student at an art and dance school, majoring in folk dance. Every day she has to take chemotherapy in addition to injections and medication. According to the examination report, the cancer cells had spread a little to the pelvic bone, and the five-year survival rate was ten percent. After five courses of chemotherapy, she had lost all her hair and was often unable to sleep at night, so she seemed to be very weak. But she cooperated with the treatment, listened to the nurses, and had a sweet mouth, so everyone loved her as a little girl.
Twenty days after her surgery, the bandages on her legs were finally removed. She begged her mother to buy her a wheelchair, and in the evening we often saw her asking her mother to push her around. She also often pushed the wheelchair alone to visit patients in various wards. When she was on duty, I could often hear the aunts and uncles next door yelling at her: "No. 28, come and sing a song for auntie; No. 28, come and show uncle, and tell uncle a story. ......
She seemed to be a happy elf, spreading her optimism among her patients, and infecting even the doctors and nurses. The atmosphere in the chemotherapy ward was so relaxing and pleasant.
One day, one of the patients next door, No. 25, went away. We were careful when we cleaned up No. 25's belongings, and I instructed us all to unify our rhymes, so that if No. 28 asked, he would say he was cured and discharged. Twenty-eight eventually found out, her mother told her. I blame her mother, but her mother said lightly, I must let my daughter know how terrible this disease, a little slack will be in danger of devouring, I will not hide anything from her, let her know the truth maybe she can better face it. I was therefore worried about the mood of the twenty-eighth, and in fact, I was worried more than I should have been. That night, no one was willing to turn on the lights and TV, and the patients expressed their condolences and blessings to Twenty-Five in silence. The air in the entire Chemotherapy II area was dry, dull and depressing, and the corridors were empty and unusually dead. Even as a doctor, I was afraid of this kind of atmosphere. It was as if I was being crushed by a boulder, and I was pacing back and forth in an agitated and uneasy manner. I suddenly realized that there was a flickering candlelight coming from the doorway of ward 312. I stood on tiptoe, and through the glass mirror of the door I saw No. 28 facing the window, her head hanging low, as if she were praying devoutly for something, and her mother seated in a chair, asleep. I gently pushed open the hidden door and went in, tapping Number Twenty-Eight on the shoulder from behind. Number twenty-eight looked up, her eyes pregnant with teardrops, the flames of candlelight leaping within. I was about to comfort her when she asked me first, "Doctor, is it possible for people to go to heaven after death? Is heaven free from sickness and pain? I thought she was in shock, so I agreed with her and said, yes, heaven is free of all the suffering of the human world, don't worry, twenty-five will go all the way. She nodded her head as if she didn't understand. As a doctor, I do not believe in heaven, even if there is, the road there is not smooth. But I actually believe that heaven exists now, and it's a wonderful place to return to.
That night, we talked about death, about life, about the future. It was two o'clock in the morning when she finally went to bed. Outside the window, the moonlight filtered through the beige curtains, scattering finely on the window pane. Brushing aside the curtains, a fine, slightly freezing wind brushed past my face, a wind that had left cold traces in the bottom of my heart. A bright moon is gradually falling in the west, the bell of the old year will ring?
The next day, twenty-eight was happily pushing her wheelchair from ward to ward as usual.
She learned from me that the hospital would hold a New Year's Eve gala on New Year's Eve. She begged me that she wanted to attend and perform a folk dance. This is a difficult task for me, because dance is a kind of body language, and she has lost her leg, can she do it? For this matter, the hospital leadership and medical staff organized a special discussion, and finally decided to give No. 28 a chance to perform, but the performance time could not exceed two minutes. When I told her the news, she was overjoyed.
After some discussion, she decided to prepare a dance called 'The Nightingale in the Fire'. She borrowed a miniature tape recorder from me and asked me to help her prepare the tape, then she began her training ......
New Year's Eve finally came.
I dare say it was the most successful party in the history of the hospital. When twenty-eight was wheeled out by her mother, thunderous applause erupted from off stage, and it took the Dean a full five minutes to calm it down. The Dean made a short introduction about Number Twenty-Eight, and then the music began. She, our number twenty-eight, stood up from her wheelchair with one leg braced, like a nightingale, at times spreading her wings as if soaring above the blue sky, at other times bending her head as if kissing the ground-this great mother, she even jumped, but she fell, one leg making it impossible for her to control her center of gravity. The audience's hearts were in their throats, and the paramedics were about to rush onto the stage when our number twenty-eight got back up, stood up, and completed her jumps almost perfectly, and then, finally, she was lifted by her mother in a flying gesture, and the music stopped with a "kah". A sob rang out from under the stage, and the audience wiped away their tears as they rushed onto the stage to embrace mother and daughter number twenty-eight.......
Our number twenty-eight, a girl named Suki, a solo dancer, shook the entire hospital.
Questions:
1Why is the article titled Solo Dancer
2Please give an example of what kind of girl Twenty-Eight is
3Understand the sentences (1) Twenty-Eight looked up, her eyes holding beads of tears, and inside them leapt the flame of candlelight
(2) Brushing the curtains open, the fine, slightly shifting wind whisked past my face, and such a wind had once left a cold chill on the
4What is the effect of the expression "the audience's heart was in their throats".
Answers:
1.
(1) This article describes the story of a dancer who dances alone in a pas de deux. (Because this article is about a dance performed by a terminally ill little girl in a hospital by herself.)
(2) It creates suspense, arouses the reader's interest, and makes one eager to read on. It is also a clue for this article.
2.
Strong, love of dance, do not forget the deceased, hard work, good dance foundation (from the fact that she just had surgery anesthesia passed he did not cry see her strong and courageous from the fact that she shuttled between the wards see her optimism and positivity )
3
(1). After the twenty-eighth dance, she looked up, her eyes full of tears, her eyes were sad, relieved and hopeful.
(2) The soft wind blew through the curtains, wiping the tear tracks from my face gently, like the wind, this solo dance left me feeling y shaken.
4
(1). Creates a tense atmosphere that grips the reader.
(2) Through the description of the state of the audience, the side reaction of the twenty-eighth solo dance and the shock she brought to the people. It is seen that the audience is holding for her.