The old man is afraid to go out for the operation, he is old, and he is so humble in front of his children!
Life is like a autumn experience, and the prosperity and loneliness during it are gradually revealed with the passage of time. When our steps change from light to steady, when Huafa gradually climbs up the sideburns, the former youth has passed, and the old age will come quietly and silently.
On this unpredictable stage of life, Uncle Zhang was sitting in the cold corridor of the hospital at this moment, holding the heavy list of medical expenses tightly in his hands. The numbers on it, like a big mountain, weighed heavily on his heart, making him almost breathless. The cost of the operation was as high as tens of thousands, which was undoubtedly an astronomical amount that he could not afford.
He slowly raised his head and looked at his son who was standing aside. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't. That kind of helplessness and heaviness seemed to be able to penetrate deep into the hearts of every bystander through his eyes.
"Old, old after all. Uncle Zhang's heart was sad, and he couldn't help but think of Du Fu's poem, "The white head scratching is shorter, and the desire is overwhelming." "Yes, the ruthless knife of time has carved deep marks on his body. He used to be the pillar of the family, but now he has to live carefully in front of his children.
The son took the list of expenses, his brow furrowed, and he was obviously worried about the huge expense. Uncle Zhang knows that this money is undoubtedly a big burden for this small family. He didn't dare to say anything, just silently lowered his head, as if quietly waiting for the judgment of fate.
"Don't worry, father, we'll figure it out. The son finally broke the silence, his voice trembling a little, but his tone unusually firm.
Uncle Zhang raised his head, and a gleam of gratitude flashed in his eyes. He knew that behind this sentence was his son's endless responsibility and silent dedication. And a trace of sadness inevitably swelled up in his heart: "In old age, people have to be careful in front of their children, how can there be any dignity and status at all?"
His thoughts couldn't help but drift into the distance, remembering the famous sentence in "Dream of Red Mansions": "The world is a big dream, and life is cool several times." "Yes, life is like a dream, fleeting. In the past, he also had infinite scenery, overcoming obstacles in the business sea and shining on the stage of life. But now, he can't even guarantee his own health, which has to make him feel deep helplessness and bitterness. In this world, no matter how brilliant and successful you have been, you still have to rely on the support and companionship of your children in the end.
"Raising children knows the kindness of their parents. Uncle Zhang muttered to himself. He knows the deep meaning of this sentence, and hopes that his children can understand and cherish this hard-won family affection.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, the sun was shining, and Uncle Zhang looked at the bustling crowd at the entrance of the hospital, and he was full of emotion. He remembered Tao Yuanming's poem: "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence leisurely see Nanshan." "Yes, maybe this is how life should be in old age - let go of obsessions and pursuits, and enjoy the quiet years!
He turned to look at his son beside him, and saw a faint smile on his son's face, which was full of love and respect for his father. The corners of Uncle Zhang's mouth also involuntarily rose upward, revealing a smile of relief.