Qing is a lucky girl. She has respected parents, a warm and happy family and an understanding boyfriend. It seems that she has never been unhappy. She is not that kind of beautiful girl, but she is pure, quiet and absolutely beautiful.
Qing's boyfriend is called Shan. He can't know clearly. These are all his mother's masterpieces. Shan has always been the top student in his class in primary and secondary schools, and he has to leave envious eyes on others every time he takes an exam; Besides, his art is also very good. Every year, he brings back several awards to the class. He likes art better than his usual boring study, so in his last year of high school, he enrolled in the Academy of Fine Arts. However, when he got the admission ticket, he found himself a candidate for Puli. Because his mother didn't like an artist's son, she tried to replace him with Puli. Shan is a filial child, although he also has a great personality. He finally accepted his mother's decision after a quarrel. So he became a member of the science class in this university.
Qinghe Mountain became classmates.
In fact, they didn't notice each other at first, until one day, Shan's roommate brought a picture of Shan to the classroom. ...
"Wow, it's beautiful!" "Who painted this?" The classroom is full of people, and the students keep commenting on the painting like sparrows pecking at it. This is a poplar tree that is not more than two years old: curved branches, brown land, blue sky ... poplar leaves are as delicate as alive.
The students are still admiring and the mountain is intoxicated. Drunk, he found a girl looking at the picture all the time without saying a word.
"Dude, give me this picture! I have an urgent need. " A classmate's voice interrupted everyone's comments. After a short silence, the whole class was boiling again. "Beautiful you! Give it to me, and I promise to let all the girls in the hospital appreciate your excellent work. Don't worry, we girls are not as rude as they are, and we will cherish them. " "We are a life-and-death alliance, buddy, you can't turn your elbow out!" ……
Constant quarrelling has made the mountain a mess. This is his most cherished and satisfied painting, and he really can't bear to give it away; But if you don't send it, won't it discourage everyone?
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"Let him decide for himself!" I don't know who shouted. There are no more quarrels in the classroom. He looked around and every face looked so sincere; The expectant eyes still disheartened him. Suddenly, he glanced at the painting and found that the girl was still looking at the painting, just admiring it, without begging at all.
Shan has an idea. He went over, picked up the picture from the easel, rolled it up and asked the girl, "Do you like it?"
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This girl is Qing.
Later, the two became good friends; Later, the two established a love relationship.
"How do you know that I like your paintings?" "Maybe it's fate! If my mother hadn't urged me to go to copley, I wouldn't have painted that picture! However, I didn't expect you to agree so readily. "
Qing's home is not far from school. There is a clearing in the yard, extending from the middle of the yard to a white wall.
"Let's plant a tree!" "good!" Just plant the poplar you drew. "So two people in a spring evening busy away. Loosening soil, fertilizing and watering ... they were busy until the evening before planting a poplar seedling. Looking at the results of their efforts, they smiled happily, as if they had forgotten the existence of the world and only remembered two people and a poplar tree.
I have been to Qiu Lai for a year in the spring. Poplar has sprouted again, and yellow leaves are as lovely as goose's feet.
Beautiful spring, everything looks so lovely.
However, I have a bad headache, like the ice of March 9th, which is getting heavier every day. They went to the hospital for various tests, hoping that everything would be all right. The result of anxious waiting came out, but everyone was scared to death: "late stage" and "diffusion", and Shan fainted after reading only a few words.
Qing was forced to drop out of school. A group of students come to visit her every week in the hospital, and Shan comes after class every day. Qing didn't want to see the mountains tired, saying, "Don't always run here. Look, am I okay? " Shan jokingly said, "Don't worry, I don't have to worry about failing PE now." In this way, the mountain stayed again and again.
Shan Geqing tells stories on campus and reads articles in a teasing tone with a newspaper. But these are not their favorite things to do. What they talk about most is their poplars. Dashan informs Green about the growth of poplars every day. Leaves grew on the tree again, birds stopped on the tree, and he caught a few bugs ... Poplar was their pistachio.
It seems that the treatment is not progressing. I still have a headache, and the interval is getting shorter and shorter. Qing's parents, Shan and Qing's classmates are all looking for a doctor, hoping to help her. But the answer is just shaking their heads one by one.
One day, Qing suddenly said to Shan, "I want to go home." Dashan said, "well, when you are well, we will go home." "But I want to go back now. I miss our poplars. " ……
The green room has a big window facing the poplar. Shan still comes to accompany her every day, but they have more fun now. Every day, under the "surveillance" of the green, the poplar trees are watered on the mountain to catch insects. Qing herself didn't have the strength to touch the poplar tree, but she was satisfied.
As time goes by, the autumn wind rises gradually.
"Mountain, look, there are yellow leaves on the tree." Green suddenly said to Guanshan with grievance.
"Nothing, this is the law of nature. In the end, it will wither and die. "
"Isn't Keren dying?"
Mr Hill a surprised, busy turned his head. The doctor's decision has almost broken his heart. But he still hopes for a miracle, and he still smiles in front of Qing without revealing a trace of sadness. Men don't flick tears, but today, he can't help it. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell to the ground with the autumn rain outside the window.
Later, yellow leaves fell every day. Qing Rangshan put them away and put them by her bed. Then she said to the mountain, "Look, another piece is missing."
There are fewer and fewer leaves on the tree. Green's health is getting weaker and weaker.
One day, Dashan said to Qing, "Let's pray! Pray that the leaves on the tree will not fall. " "But didn't you say all the leaves would fall off?" "No, they won't all wither."
Another leaf fell from the tree. When Qing saw it, he cried and said, "haven't you already prayed?" But they are still falling. " The green voice is too weak for people to listen to, and every word is deeply inserted into the heart of the mountain like a needle. His heart is bleeding.
Finally, only the last green leaf was left on the tree. "Mountain, you see, only ..." Qing had been sobbing, leaving only the frequent shortness of breath. "No, it won't, it won't. As long as you don't fall, you will be fine. " A person's strength has long gone, and the voice of the mountain is full of pleading.
Time goes by little by little, but the last green leaf on the tree doesn't seem to turn yellow. It is still so delicate and green, just like the last soldier in the cold wind, never giving in.
Qing seems to be getting better. Her face turned rosy and she spoke much more clearly. "That's the last green leaf of our poplar. It won't wither with our prayers, will it? " Qing said happily to Guanshan. However, Shan couldn't help but avoid opening her bright eyes. He's thinking about something else.
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That night, there was a sad cry in the yard. Qing smiled and left, although the green leaves on the tree were still there. Shanshan cried at Qing's bedside all night. He kept calling her name, but his mouth never opened on that smiling face. He answered intimately.
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After the funeral, someone wanted to see the poplar tree, but there was no news. I only see a green leaf on the white wall and the root of a poplar tree that is not more than two years old on the ground. ...
The last green leaf
A young girl has an incurable disease. In summer, the girl stood at the window of the hospital ward, counting the green leaves on the buttonwood outside the window. The girl firmly believes that she will die when all the leaves are gone. In autumn, the more haggard girl lies in the hospital bed, watching the leaves fall like a disc, waiting quietly and waiting. When winter comes, there are fewer and fewer leaves on the trees. But day after day, there is always a green leaf on the tree. This green leaf has been accompanying the girl through the long winter and ushered in the warm spring. Before she died, the girl finally knew that the green leaf came from an old painter who died of cold disease. Because of this precious last green leaf, the girl survived winter and spring. Leaves are dead, leaves are in people's lives, and green leaves are all girls' beliefs to live.
Life needs this last green leaf. Day after day, year after year, when AIDS is rampant on the earth and more and more people become AIDS victims, we need to leave the last green leaf for ourselves and give it to those innocent victims.
Aids-world plague, super cancer. The giant killer of human health, its existence has brought unprecedented panic to mankind. Rapid infection, high morbidity and mortality, widespread spread, no medicine to cure, no vaccine to prevent, all these characteristics make it wantonly ravage human health. In the past twenty years, it has traveled to every corner of the earth, with more than 58 million infected people and 22 million dead.
Give the last green leaf to yourself, HIV-infected people. Life is full of ups and downs, and life is not easy. Everyone should cherish their only life. Be responsible for yourself and your family. Who has no parents or relatives? In the process of our growth, parents and relatives have given us countless care. Our blood vessels are mixed with the blood in our parents' bodies, and the blood is in the water. For this deep affection and care, we have no reason to give up ourselves and ruthlessly sentence ourselves to death. We have only passed 1/2 or 1/3 of our life, and there is still a long way to go and a lot of things to do. Face the cruel reality bravely and live strong. Even if the continent of life is deserted and only a dead tree remains, you should leave the last green leaf in your heart and let yourself lead the miracle of life in hardship and darkness.
Give the last green leaf to others who are afraid of AIDS. When there are more and more AIDS patients, we should not only marvel at the huge numbers, but also face up to those unfortunate people. AIDS is a disease, not a crime. Unfortunately, what they need is your love and care. Fear and discrimination cannot eliminate AIDS, let alone help them. Please respect them, understand them and leave them with the belief and strength to live. United and caring for each other, we can finally minimize the harm of AIDS to human beings until it disappears.
Life is irreversible. To prevent AIDS, we have the right to make healthy choices, and we also have the ability to make healthy choices. We have confidence and hope in defeating AIDS. Everyone has the last green leaf. Are we afraid that the tree of life will wither and the world will become a desert?
Our life, our world, let us hold high this last green leaf, let us call for the miracle of life, let us care for each other and enjoy life!