If life is a line that crosses one by one, then there are only a few points that have retention value.
It is a plum branch located not far away, in a hospital in the western suburbs of Shanghai. It is a quiet point of light that I often disappear in my heart during my vast journey.
Even the most athletic person can get sick, and hospitalization can be one of the biggest psychological contrasts for a traveler
。 To have physical strength without physical strength, to have no space, to wait in cramps and helplessness, I don't know when I can step out of the next stop in life.
It seems that the heavenly way rewards diligence and also punishes diligence.
Your usual footsteps are too spilled, so you rush to this small courtyard to stop for some time, one by one. Whether you like it or not, get used to it or not.
Patients like to go to bed early and get up early, the sky is dark, and the yard is already crowded with people. Everyone hurried there to take a deep breath, moving their hands and feet, afraid that the sky would be clear, and they would see the bare branches and sick faces. Only then will everything wake up, and the air will be cold and refreshing.
Day after day, that's it. Suddenly, one morning, everyone felt a little strange in the air, and looked around in horror, and found that there was a group of people in the corner of the courtyard. Hurriedly walking over, tiptoeing to see that in the middle of the crowd was a plum, and the faint morning light reflected the tender yellow petals that had just grown.
The people who rushed past were still chanting its name in their mouths, and when they reached it, they stopped making a sound, and an elegant and light fragrance had deterred everyone.
Deliberately inhaling to sniff, can not smell anything, when not sniffing but full of nose, all at once infected the body and mind.