All the joys and sorrows have become ashes, and I can't walk with you on any road in the world.
Yes, especially in do or die, you can only walk alone the rest of the way.
For the families of 1870 people who died in the epidemic, the most distant thing is to express their unforgettable thoughts for their loved ones through life and death.
Life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
They used to be parents, children, lovers, friends, and all of them are vivid lives.
Now, they are all dead, cold bodies.
Life is too fragile in the face of death.
The light shines into the sky, illuminating the road to heaven.
Mobile phone lights shine into the sky, just like illuminating the road to heaven.
Academician Zhong Nanshan said this in an interview.
The road to heaven is a doctor named Li Wenliang.
When talking about the name of Dr. Li Wenliang, the old academician's voice choked with tears and affection.
He said: Li Wenliang is our hero, and he has an honest soul.
Li Wenliang has gone, but behind him, there are thousands of people from Li Wenliang, Qian Qian. They all have the same name. They are Dr. China.
In the interview video, the old academician is about to cry.
Academician Zhong Nanshan's remarks reminded me of the oath of the night watchman in Game of Thrones.
Someone wrote this passage on a piece of paper and put it in flowers to commemorate Li Wenliang.
He is only 35 years old, his wife is pregnant and his parents have just left the hospital. They haven't even met for the last time. And the older children are still asking: where is dad?
How to answer, so as not to make children sad and desperate? ...
The saddest thing is that he died without saying goodbye.
It's getting dark, and the moon outside is very round. Bon voyage, Dr. Li Wenliang!
A wave of the hand turned out to be goodbye.
He Hui, 54, is a volunteer in Wuhan.
A few days before New Year's Eve, he immediately decided to join the volunteer team in Wuhan.
After working for a week, I began to cough, have a fever and get infected.
A few days later, his condition suddenly deteriorated and he needed to be transferred to another hospital.
That day, when his family sent him to the ambulance, he still smiled and waved goodbye, as if he had just gone to his classmate's house and would come back in a few days.
However, no one knows that this wave is a farewell.
A few days later, He Hui passed away.
How unexpected it is to leave life. You think there will be another time, but it will never come.
I remembered what a boy wrote to his girlfriend who died in the Wenchuan earthquake.
He said that the night before his girlfriend returned to her hometown in Wenchuan, they dated by the Huangpu River. She is so beautiful under the neon light, she said softly, next time, I will take you home to meet my parents.
The girl died in the earthquake, and the next reunion they expected didn't come.
After Malaysia Airlines lost contact, a wife said that she was very happy to keep a diary the night before: her husband came back from a business trip the next day.
She thought she would see her husband when she woke up, but what she saw was the news that Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 had lost contact.
Next time, another day, when you have time, goodbye. ...
When you say these words casually, you won't realize it at all. Maybe this wave and this turn are farewell.
The writer Mai Jia once said this passage:
We are always rushing forward, thinking that there are many beautiful things waiting for us in front. In fact, many beautiful things are behind us: home is behind us, old friends are behind us, and beautiful and simple interests are behind us.
Some people say goodbye and never see it again. They disappeared in disasters, accidents and time. They will disappear from your life forever.
After you left, I faced death.
In the ICU ward of Chengdu, an old man said goodbye to each other at the last moment of his life.
I'm coming.
Grandpa took grandma's hand across the hospital bed and said.
He wore a wedding ring on his hand, especially to say goodbye to grandma.
At this point, however, grandma was unconscious.
Grandpa has been quietly calling his wife's name.
After a while, grandma finally opened her eyes, and she gently grabbed grandpa's hand.
Grandma was already very weak by this time.
The old couple, who were over eighty years old, held hands and looked at each other affectionately for the last time.
The word where are you going is too heavy, but no matter how painful and sad we are, we must learn to accept others' departure.
Life is a sea, and everyone has his own suffering.
An accident, the death of a relative, dragged our lives into the abyss, and the sadness was hard to heal.
An accident, life will become incomplete, but incomplete life, the rest will continue.
In the street, a little girl ran after the hearse, crying for her mother as she ran.
Her mother had just died because of COVID-19 and was dragged into the hearse, but she could never hear it again.
Those who shelter you from the wind and rain and hold up a sky will one day never return.
Leave you and face death.
There is plenty of time, but in the final analysis, it is not enough to leave suddenly.
I miss you so much, even if it's noisy.
A netizen once asked such a question on the tiger pounce.
He said: Why didn't I feel the slightest sadness when my mother died of cancer?
Here is a comment:
"The moment a loved one leaves usually doesn't make people feel sad. What really makes you feel sad is the half box of milk opened in the refrigerator, the green basket slightly dragged by the wind on the windowsill, the quilt quietly folded on the bed, and the noise made by the washing machine in the middle of the night. "
Some netizens also commented:
"Just buried dad, not very sad. I just came home and saw half a bottle of medicine on the coffee table. After eating, he forgot to cover the lid and suddenly burst into tears. "
Every little thing in life reminds you that they are gone, but their voices and smiles spread all over the house.
My biggest fear is that no one answers the phone. When you turn around, no one is waiting.
A few days ago, my fourth grandfather passed away and I didn't see him for the last time.
Kneeling on the ground and looking at his portrait, I remembered the scene when I visited him last year.
Grandpa lay in bed and didn't move much.
I said: Grandpa, when you are ready, I will take you to play and see the outside world.
Grandpa joked that when you come back next year, I won't be here.
Who would have thought that one sentence became a prophecy, and now there is a gap between Yin and Yang.
If I knew, I would spend more time with him. If I had known, I would have called him more.
I have seen life and death, experienced parting, and realized that nagging and chatter in daily life is the gentlest and kindest.
Voice, the original ordinary noise is also an irreplaceable happiness.
Every time may be the last time.
Milan Kundera wrote in The Unbearable Lightness of Life:
The unbearable lightness of life, 2003.
We are experiencing all the sudden arrival in life, unprepared, just like an actor entering the first row.
Stage rehearsal has a chance to start again, but life has no chance to modify it.
Some people may have seen you for the last time, but you haven't noticed.
Every conversation with family, friends, colleagues or strangers.
It may be the last time.
You never know which comes first, tomorrow or the accident.
So please give me a good hug before going out every time;
Please say goodbye to me every time you leave;
Please talk to me well every time you say goodbye;
Please take a good look at me every time you look at each other.
Every moment, please love more.