A life was retrieved from the hospital, and I finally came home with it.
Because of their own naivety, stubbornness, superstitious "scabies disease", even to the point of reporting to Hades. Perhaps because the documents stamped enough number of stamps, or red envelope is not rich enough, was rejected, and slipped back into the 301 hospital. This a medical ethics, medical technology, medical style three high hospital, the life miraculously back to me, gave me a veritable newborn.
Now I'm coming home.
What do you mean by home? It hadn't been studied before. Now suddenly mentioned, still can not answer. To say that home is a more permanent place of residence, then, the gypsies who have been wandering around Europe for hundreds of years living in itinerant carts, is this considered home?
I don't want to scrutinize this kind of learning between metaphysics and metaphysics right now. Let me start with the hospital.
This hospital is nationally renowned, and to call it superb is perfectly true. I believe that even the most fussy people will never find anything wrong with it. From the medical equipment to the level of doctors, to the layout of the wards, to the attitude of service, to the efficiency of work, and so on, everything is as good as it can be. It is such a place that when I first moved in, I was still in a fickle mood for a while, thinking of my home in the depths of Yanyuan's weeping poplars, and my pond of seasonal lotus and small Persian cat. But after living here for a while, my mood calmed down, and I felt that living here was like living in a paradise. The nurses in white coats were like angels, and happiness shone in the white light. I had a very happy life. About a month later, I had almost reached the point of healing. Although my life was still very sweet, the ugly growths on my hands and feet had been completely eliminated, and I was able to write and write as usual, but my mood was restless for no reason. I thought of this place, "I believe that the beauty is not our land". I also thought of my pond of seasonal lotus and small Persian cat. I'm going home.
Back to Langrun Park, it was dusk. Han Yu's poem: "Bats fly at dusk in the temple." I am now "dusk to the garden bats fly", there are indeed bats flying in the air. The whole garden is not yet brightly lit. In the darkness, the green leaves of the lotus blossoms in the pond did not show their green color, but were only gray. Only my little Persian cat, I don't know from what place leaped out, sat down for a while in shock, recognized me, immediately jumped up, rubbing between my legs, endless. It seemed to say: "Old buddy! Where have you been? I miss you so much!" As soon as I entered the house, it immediately jumped into my arms, and no matter what, did not leave.
The next morning, I got up at four o'clock as usual. At first, it was still pitch black outside, and I couldn't see anything. Soon after, the east gradually white up, the sky is cloudy. The people who exercise in the morning began to come out. A young man in a red shirt ran off to the west. Then from the west came that one middle-aged woman with a big belly, and following not too far behind was that one widowed professor's wife. These were the characters I was bound to see first every morning, and today was no exception. In a flash, it seemed as if I had never left the place at all. The forty-six days in the hospital seemed as if they had never existed in the universe at all, equal to a zero in time.
By the time it was light, I looked closely at my seasonal lotus. At this time, the green cover is full of ponds, thick blue filling the sky, looking at the spirit of the people to be invigorated. "The Chinese believe that the hearts of people are connected. I now believe that the lotus also has a soul, it and the heart can also be connected. My lotus pinch, I have a newborn this year when the joy, so hold back the energy to open a big to celebrate. The first flower is blooming right in front of my window, trying to give me a sign. Lone a big red flower, opening and closing at night, did bring me great joy. But lotus million did not think, even I did not think well, I suddenly hospitalized. Listen to Peking University to the hospital to see my people said, the first lotus is a, after a few, and then a dozen, dozens of, hundreds of, more than a hundred, open full of ponds full of ponds, red light illuminated Langrun Park, became a bright landscape in the Yanyuan. Unfortunately, I can not personally appreciate in the hospital, only lying there Xuan thought.
I raised my eyes a little higher, and saw the lotus pond on the other side of the Wanzong building, still carved beams and painted buildings, brilliant. The name of the building was inscribed by me. Because the building is westward, I remember in the past only in the setting sun back to see those three big golden letters. Today, the sun rises from the back of the building, of course, in front of the building is dark, but I do not know what reflects the sunlight back, the three big words are in the halo, still shining. This is a very small thing, but I sit here but feel an endless escape.
And Wanzong building across the pond is a small mountain, out of my building door, turn left and walk more than ten steps can be walked to. I remember a number of years ago, a number of years ago, in the late autumn, the mountain bushes leaves change color, the grass on the ground a dew yellow phase, it gives a person a feeling of depression and bleak, which is the best time to grieve the autumn. Later on, the moonflower was planted, and it was said that it could bloom for ten months a year. A few years ago, an early winter, suddenly fell a heavy snow. The branches of the trees on the hill became bare and unattached. Everything that grew on the ground was covered under a blanket of white. To my surprise, I caught a glimpse of a moonflower branch, sticking out of the snow, with a small flower at the top, bright red and colorful, standing alone in the snow. It seemed to bring me inspiration, vigor, and endless hope. I can't help myself from a moment of ecstasy.
On the hill, trees and weeds are all over the place, which is a paradise for birds. Currently the world's population explosion, people and birds and animals compete for living space. This large area of Yan Yuan, if you look down from the air, it must be a thick green, exactly the place that birds covet. As a result, there are relatively more birds here. Every morning, the first ones to appear are often a few magpies, hopping gaily among the branches of the trees along the pond on the hill. Next to appear are flocks of gray magpies, also bouncing among the branches with gusto. In the spring, of course, there will be flocks of swallows to help. At this time, the woodpeckers are also bound to fly in to join in the fun, banging the ancient trees, as if to give a drumbeat to this concert of all music. The air resounded with the clear chirping of the cuckoo, from far to near, and from near to far, and finally faded into space. I regret that I used to see crows flying from the city to the far suburbs every day, hundreds, thousands, black, today there is no trace of them, and I regret that I do not see many sparrows.
When I was young, I read the Tang poem, "The White Egret Flying in Front of Mount Xisai", "Two Yellow Orioles Singing in the Green Willow, and a Line of White Egrets Going up to the Blue Sky", and I had longed for the realm of the white egret in the blue sky, but I had never seen it with my own eyes. It was not until I visited India in 1951 that I first saw an egret in the sky above the green trees and lotus ponds on the way from Calcutta to the International University, and I was happy to see it. The second time I saw an egret was during a trip to Foshan in Guangdong Province a few years ago. On the opposite shore of a large lake, which is quite far away, there are trees with large white flowers on them. At first I really thought they were flowers. However, I soon realized that some of the flowers were actually flying and realized that they were not flowers but white birds. I was happy to see them again. In fact, shortly before I entered the hospital, I had glimpsed a white bird from a distance, head into the lotus leaves, do not know in the inside drumming something, after a long time, and from another place to fly out of the lotus leaves, straight up to the sky, and then disappeared in a flash without a trace. Can I not ignore and enjoy it?
Now I am still sitting withered by my desk by the window, the time is the next morning when I came home. It is true that my body did not move, but my mind was unusually active. I think of the past, I think of the present, and I think of the future, and I even think of India. Although it was already late fall, my heart was still full of spring. What I see in front of me, what I think of in my mind, all of them are covered with a rose-like red, and all of them are shining brightly. I remember when I was a child, I often saw a couplet posted on the front door: "All things are quiet, and the four seasons are good with people." Now everything in Long Run Park, birds, animals, insects and fish, flowers, plants and trees, are all enjoying themselves. Even the sky here seems to be especially blue, and the water seems to be especially clear. Everywhere my eyes go, my heart is refreshed. Wherever my thoughts go, they make me happy. I really think that nature is especially lovely, life is especially lovely, human beings are especially lovely, all living and non-living things are especially lovely, the motherland is especially lovely, and there is nothing in the universe that is not lovely. Joy fills the three thousand worlds.
Now I am very conscious of the fact that I am coming home with a new life that I have picked up.
My home is a cozy home.
? October 14, 2002