"Days in Pieces"
Text: Zhou Lihua
Today I received a message from my middle school playmate saying that something was asking me. Her beautiful appearance as a girl suddenly appeared in her mind, just like the female No. 1 Qingqing in Qiong Yao's drama "Qingqing Riverside Grass", with clear eyebrows, gentle and lovely, flexible softness between words, dark hair naturally hanging on the cheeks, fair skin and lips cherry red. When we met, she still looked so beautiful, but her face was haggard, her body was also a little weaker, and her eyes no longer had the innocence and simplicity of her girlhood, and she was more lonely. I said something about my lover getting sick because I always know more about working in the hospital than the average person. Said something about the impermanence of life. Sighed at the inexorable passage of time and the helplessness of the world. Nostalgic for the once youthful girlhood.
After working in the hospital for thirty years, I have seen some people I know and don't know who are gradually leaving. As the years go on, more and more helplessness fills the mind. I often wonder what kind of diseases doctors can cure, and why are there so many diseases in the world? Thinking of these inner pains will be hidden, and more and more powerlessness will accumulate. Superficial strength hides inner fragile sympathy, and the indifference of words hides rushed pity and weakness that is not understood.
I found that the recent time when my eyes were sore was getting longer and longer, the distance of reading seemed to be much farther than before, the tears in my eyes seemed to have evaporated by the tide of the years, and my heart was also dazed. Suddenly I felt that I had become older, and I no longer had so many feelings of sorrow for autumn and spring, and my mood was like the last fallen leaf falling into the frozen water, frozen, and could not arouse the ripples of half a thread.
Suddenly I felt that I was old, no longer the woman who dared to love and hate when I was young. The delicate begonia that wanted to pick the branches, but did not have the courage to watch her wither, and the hand that wanted to touch and withdraw had long been nowhere to be placed.
Suddenly I felt old, always thinking of going home to see my mother, her aging face and once bright eyes were already covered with dim lights, which was the sky that once supported my youth. I always wanted to lie down on the thick plank bed I had slept on as a child, and that was where I dreamed of anchoring. I want to lie on it and have another sweet marshmallow dream of my childhood.
Suddenly I felt old, the lotus flowers under the twilight shamed the flower buds, and the rose petals also lost the fragrance of the ground. It will be difficult to lift the sunset again, and tuberose has long since stopped revealing its fragrance.
The passing time has gone farther and farther in the corridor of years, and the aging face has become more and more blurred in tears, and the once ebony hairline has been
It has long been covered with traces of snow. Looking back at my once innocent girlhood, my once green youth, the playmateS I used to spend time with day and night.
Standing at the end of time, I still hope that white clothes will win the snow and exchange your peace in this life.