On the day of the dragon's head, I checked into the cardiology ward of Jiangxi Provincial People's Hospital. More than ten square meters of the room lived from all over Jiangxi patients and care of the family, the southern accent, because of the disease bond, the same patients, there are *** with the same topic, especially unloading the day's burden of the evening, care of the relatives of each other to exchange the experience of seeing a doctor, discussing the best treatment options, slowly precipitate the heart's anxiety, relaxation of the body and mind, encourage each other to comfort, gradually tired face. When we are all drowsy, 12 beds of the escort A gentleman suddenly snoring loudly, that is a kind of snoring from the heart, sound, shocking, really? Horses and cows are frightened and do not eat, and a hundred ghosts gather and wait for each other? The man in the stone is a man of the world, and he's a man of the world. The Iron Buddha frowned at the sound, and the stone man shook his legs in battle. I know this is the A gentleman blessed people blessed phase, the heart is not distracted, even in their sleep are enjoying carefree good, the daytime scene again in front of their eyes. A gentleman's old father, although old age, and a stroke a few years, but the thinking is agile, the speech is not clear, but the words are sharp, in the extended family is a sick tiger does not fall down the power. But after all, the age has been high, very stubborn and obstinate, even if it is not right, the children do not dare to argue, and can subdue the old man only beautiful, lively, virtuous daughter-in-law Miner, the white angel daughter-in-law while feeding the old man drinking water, while whispering, said? The daughter-in-law, who is a white angel, said in a whiny voice while feeding the old man water, "Whiny good boy, one more sip, one more sip? , while wiping the saliva around the old man's mouth, the old man who had just refused to be fed water by his son, like a child, obediently drank water one sip after another. Min Er again coaxed the old man to physical exercise, she raised her jade leg, letting the old man learn how she lifted her leg and turned her foot. The old master was honestly exercising, his face was red. Min Er said, only in this way, the old master will not be crippled, Min Er and said to the old master in a delicate voice? Cattleya, in the afternoon I am not here, you also have to practice, when I come back to ask everyone, if you have not practiced, I will punish you to practice more, do you hear me? The old man is full of smiles, said vaguely? You are again playing tricks, and one side of the son's face with a triumphant smile, did not say a word, to see everyone can not help but laugh, at this time in the narrow escort bed, his wife in his thunderous snoring, sweetly into the dreamland. No wonder Miner said that as long as the old man has her by his side, it is a sunny day.
My eyes turned to the 11th bed, where Mr. Yin, the founder of Chinese square dance, was. Mr. Yin's snoring sound is like the soft square dance he created, the sound is soft and sheep, not arrogant, not manic, and a cancer patient, through the vicissitudes of the heart of the mentality is far from it. Mr. Yin told me that he has the blood of a revolutionary in his veins; his parents were old underground party members, and he is a second-generation Red. Perhaps his parents' perseverance has passed on to his fearless personality. He said he would go back to Jinxi, Fuzhou, after his checkup, and dance in the Square of Ten Thousand People, letting the disease defeat him in his steps. No wonder his snoring is so subdued, so that people do not get tired of hearing.
Alas, plus 5 bed patient's husband and issued a dull and short touch of snoring, from the red land of Jishui rural man, tired of shrinking body, bare upper body sleeping on the edge of the bed side of the edge of the bed, look at my heart jumping, afraid that he will fall out of bed. Listen to him snore, let the heart sympathetic, dull, short and thin snoring, may be the burden of his life, even in his sleep is not comfortable, seems to be a long way to go. I said to him in my heart? Farmer brothers, do not worry, as long as the country is prosperous, the party's agricultural policy is good, life will be better and better.
People say, people fat sleep will snore, in fact, not, my husband is not fat at all, and can even be said to be very thin, but I do not know when, he also snored. At the beginning of listening to his high, low, long, short snoring, I can not sleep at all, the mood is very boring, as long as he snores, even in the middle of the night, I also push to wake him up, he never angry, turn over, stop for a moment and then snore on. In order not to affect my sleep, he had also sought medical advice, always in vain. Once my husband yawned and said to me? You go to sleep first, you snore does not affect my sleep, I listen to you snore, such as listening to lullabies, and I snore, you can not sleep, and so you fall asleep, I sleep again. Che, I'm a woman and I snore? I didn't believe what he said. Until one time with colleagues to go out traveling, living in the same room, the next day colleagues said to me, ? Sister Li, you slept well last night, didn't you? Snoring like thunder, we were all disturbed by your sleep. I just woke up to the weekdays husband to me tolerate. I was so guilty that slowly my husband's high, low, long and short snores became my pre-sleep symphony, and I was able to sleep soundly in this performance. Some people say that habit becomes nature, I say, only with love in your heart can you tolerate and accept each other, and the highest state of love is to change and accept for what you love.
? When, when, when? When, when, when, when? The wall clock in the neighboring house rang on time again, I know that the sound of the clock and bring the time into a new day, go home for a few days, or unforgettable that hospitalized in a few days, the snoring symphony of the midnight ringing, that is the triumph of life, is the music of life, which is occurring in the vicinity of you.
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