Love is priceless, reading the micro-novel "Window" has a feeling

These four words are undoubtedly positive words. Everyone often uses it, and seems to have great respect for love and righteousness. However, whether it is a price or not, this is really not a black and white thing.

Presumably, everyone has read the Australian writer Tigert's micro-novel "Window". The whole text is also more than a thousand words, and it is very readable. In a black humorous way, the author's concise brushwork expounds the ideological realm of two dying patients to the fullest, which is really a good product.

A small double room with two patients. One by the window and one by the door, the window can see the outside; the most convenient thing to see by the door is the ceiling. Due to the illness, both of them need to recuperate, and reading books, newspapers and TV is not allowed. The two of them lived and all the treatments, including turning over, were assisted by medical staff. The only pleasure of the two of them was chatting all day, and the scope was so wide that they became patients.

Patients by the window are allowed to sit up for an hour each morning and afternoon and look outside. Of course, it takes the help of medical staff. The two hours of sitting up by the window every day became the happiest time for the two of them. He painted pictures of what he saw: parks, lakes, swans, children playing in the water, young people playing tennis, lovers, girls in swimsuits... The patient listened to this vivid description, the taste was endless, as if he had seen everything outside, he looked up at the ceiling, and enjoyed it.

Listening to every day, slowly he began to be dissatisfied: "Why is the window bed that you live, you can see the flowers and flowers outside every day, but I can only look at the roof all day", from enjoyment to jealousy and resentment. And the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, which caused him to suffer from insomnia, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and his condition worsened, and the doctor did not know why he was like this, and he was helpless.

Finally, one day in the middle of the night, the patient by the window coughed incessantly, breathing heavily, as if there was phlegm stuck, and he touched the electric bell with his hands to call for help. At this time, the patient watched motionlessly and quietly, letting him suffer in pain... Slowly the voice grew weaker and weaker, dead. In the morning, the nurse delivered water, saw that the patient was dead, and naturally carried away the body, without any fuss.

The patient by the door lay quietly, looking at the ceiling, but his heart was very proud. After a few days he thought it was time to say that it was time to change the bed, and the paramedics met his request normally, carried him to the bed by the window, and arranged it comfortably. As soon as the nurse's front foot left, he couldn't wait to use his elbows and tremble to prop up his weak body and look out the window.

All he saw was a wall.

Originally, it was just a wall outside the window!

The dead patient looks at the world with his heart, describes the good life with good thoughts, and inspires each other's love for life. In life, many times, whether it is family or friendship, we must use our hearts to experience the love between each other.

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