The sister embroidered very carefully, the child is ready to do a bone marrow transplant, there must be a period of time in the sterile cabin, the change of clothes can only be passed through the nurse, so to embroider the name on it. The sister embroidered the child's name with the most conspicuous red thread.
When people encounter things, there are always names that blurt out, such as God, God, or my mother. I didn't understand what these names could be used until I saw the red names left by my sister on her white clothes, and I found that these words were all alive, they were not individual words, but the embodiment of the child in my sister's heart.
Ever since I saw the names on my clothes, they were like red soldering irons that left a deep mark on my heart, and whenever I thought about it, my eyes would be wet with that expectation and I couldn't forget it.
When you miss a person, you may silently repeat his name in your mind a thousand times. If God's miracles can create life, then man's holy scriptures can give life to symbols, so that those things that are meaningless can be combined into existence, life, and hope.
Hope that these words, like the vitality they present, will eventually become hope.
On a still hot evening in the autumn, the children and dogs in the yard outside were playing indulgently, and they would not realize that what they had was the hope of their sister's dream of a child.
Passing among the children, there was also a courier brother, his appearance was somewhat ugly, even a little scary, short in stature, not the normal kind of short, and every time I saw him I would think of "Quasimodo". When he is not delivering the courier, he will also look at the children and smile there.
Sometimes after talking to him for two sentences, he was not able to say a complete long sentence, he said that he was harder than others, shorter, less powerful, could not send too much at a time, and could only run a few more times. But he still laughed, saying that this bit of hard work is nothing, earn enough money, go back to marry his daughter-in-law, and have a big boy.
In one issue of "Thirteen Invitations", Xu Zhiyuan and Zhang Yadong talked about life and music, two successful people in society who lived a rich but not satisfied, carefully releasing the anxiety and fear in their hearts. In their mouths, there are some big topics, such as times, such as difficulties, such as survival, such as meaning, looking at their slightly frowning, I think of "Quasimodo" laughter, expectation and possession, happiness and sorrow.
However, there is nothing more greasy than the sadness of a few middle-aged men getting together, the other day, with a few old colleagues to eat and talk about the age crisis, although the society is arguing about what 30+ topics these days, but at least 30 seems to be the best year in life, and to 40, maybe the career is really not running.
Now a casual recruitment, the required age range is 25 to 35 years old, and many of the core target users of consumer goods are also set on this scale, as if other people of the same age do not deserve to have a name in the target population. Watching friends of the same age turn to micro-business, insurance, etc., I deeply feel that if you want to get rid of the baggage in this era, you will not leave a trace of affection.
As the pointer of life continues to shift to the right, daily life consumes most of the "grand attempts", and more and more are written on the whiteboard of life. Unfortunately, there is no board to wipe out more blanks, and seeing that in the few remaining places, there are too many planned things to write, leaving little space and time for opportunities and accidents.
Life, like a plastic bag, is put over everyone's head, getting tired and tighter until it is impossible to breathe. Even if people speak the same words, they cannot pour out to each other the bitterness of life, my honey and his arsenic. Man is trapped in a bag of situations, cut off from empathy, struggling alone.
In this way, people who can write and talk are not much better than dogs that can only bark. However, Shakespeare also said that "every dog has his day", everyone has a proud day, and the salted fish also has a turnaround, although in different situations, or happy, or sad, or rich, or difficult, or enjoy the pleasure of the body, or struggle on the edge of health, everything is not just "ticking", everything is in time, everything is scattered in time.
I really can't, I can also say, dog days on dog days.