Please serve the first incense stick for me.I can't imagine that your life is so short, and I won't hear your voice in this life.In the curling smoke, we are vaguely preschoolers, sitting on the windowsill basking in the sun, hiding cats in the small yard; Fuzzy is for us in elementary school, frolicking in the cloister of the hospital.You ostentatiously go up and down the different stairs, proudly waiting for the lost me, the confused, admittedly towel-acknowledging gaze; The reproduction is that we in junior high school, in the next class, occasionally meet, but turn away from ------ boys and girls do not speak; After the sports day, you called me my old name: "Don't tell your mother when you go home, I ran 800 meters, don't let my mother know." ”"Don't let my mom know."------ you are sweaty, and you are told thousands of times, that is the only sentence you said when you came off the football field in your first and second years of high school.We were so estranged, fitting that we grew up in a teenage age when boys and girls didn't speak.On the eve of the New Year's Day of the third year of high school, everything has quietly changed because of the small New Year's card, and it has also achieved the profound memories of our youth------ the democratic road in the cold winter, after the evening self-study, Xuelian and I watched you juggle and ride bicycles; It's you who have a wealthy family, but you laughed and called the old cotton jacket an heirloom, regardless of it, wrapped it perseveringly; After the college entrance examination, you were fortunate to have passed 1 point in front of others, and the queen lowered her eyebrows and said that she had played too much and worked late......
At that time, you should have understood what your father expected of you.Just like at this moment, I still remember the heaviness of you: if it were me, I would be admitted to the Medical University like you......
We were very young.Please serve me another incense.In the curling smoke, you can conjure up your deep singing voice and smooth guitar accompaniment: "There is a girl in the distance, she is coming to my dream......"
You and Guo Jun are singing with guitars in the duty room, and I am also trying to keep up, you stretch out your left hand to show me your fingers, thick calluses; Guo Jun stretched out his left hand, still looking at the thick cocooned fingers; "Look, we have to practice until we are like this, wear out the adhesive tape and continue, three or five hours a day......
I missed 2 subjects last semester......
"I rubbed my fingers, thinking about the medical homework, or just listening to you two."
In the smoke, you were conjured up standing on the steps of my college dormitory, holding half a cigarette, different from the smug of the medical school boys, "I worked so hard and came back so late." ”And then he said nonchalantly, "I've just arrived."
It's nothing, just come and see you. ”And I'm so glad that you took a two- or three-hour car ride to see me, happily invited you to go to supper, watched you eat happily, listened to your explanation, went to sleep with Xie Laozhuan at night, and went to class tomorrow without worrying about you.And I actually went to class, and I don't know when you left.Later, you rarely went to the medical university, and then the three of us stopped playing the piano and singing together.We were still very young.After that, I heard from my mother that you were going to get married, then I heard from my brother that he was going to help you see the new house, then I saw you and your newlywed wife at Guo Jun's house, then I saw your son at your mother's house, and then my son was sick, and your wife complained about you coquettishly while being treated......
When I resolutely left the Northeast, there was no goodbye.When I see you again after six years of wandering in a foreign land, you just say, "Go and see the old man and the old lady of my house, they have always missed you after you have been gone for so many years." ”You just say, "Let's go, let's go eat big stuffed dumplings, you must love them." ”You just say, "We're going to eat country food tomorrow." ”You just said, "Dajian and you misunderstood." ”You just say, "It's a hot day, let's go clubbing." ”Then we watched the competition between Xiao Xun'er and Da Jian, watched Lao Chuan's big man of 1.8 meters, practicing the basic movements of breaststroke in waist-deep water, watching Da Guo's dog planing, and seeing that Lao Wan himself was not very good, but he still taught her son to swim seriously......
We weren't young anymore.But I still chose to leave without saying goodbye.Then there is the lack of news.And now it's you who left without saying goodbye.It's when you're still talking and laughing, or when you're about to get a painstakingly scheduled operation, and then you leave suddenly......
Please put on the last incense stick for me.In the smoke, I sketched the last 23 days of your life, vague is your illness, clear is your mood, vaguely your father sadly decided: send you away today; It is your mother's loving voice that reproduces.I don't know how you felt when you talked about me with your colleague, but I really thank him for not remembering my name and for telling me that you were leaving!
In the tossing and turning, heaven and man have been separated forever!
Through the flying ashes, will you see your elderly parents?
Through the cascading curtains, will you see the childish Aiko?
Through the bright wreath, can you see the regretful classmates?
Through the joy of mourning, can you see whose heart is weeping?
The hearse can't take away your sturdy figure, and the soaring flame can't burn your frank demeanor.You will always be that smart, cunning playmate, you will always be that bright, healthy man, you will always be a good doctor like your father.May you rest in heaven!
If you don't hear from me, it's you.2009-10-2921:16Attached to the eulogy of our class girl**Fei, one of our high school classmates came to see you, I believe you can hear what we say to you.Although we have entered middle age, we are no longer young, and life and death have entered our lives from time to time, but after all, it is the business of the older generation?
We don't understand, why would you make such a joke with us?
At the class reunion a few months ago, everyone made an appointment to go to the suburbs to play together, and your hearty laughter and warm words seemed like yesterday.Now, you're asking us to talk to you in this way.We still remember that you were naughty in high school and were placed under the noses of your teachers; Remember that you were wearing a cotton coat covered with duct tape; Remember that you wore that hat that seemed to be rented and never wanted to take off; I remember that you were sturdy and unruly at that time, and you were very worthy of your nickname.When I see you after graduation, maybe I am mature and have life experience, every time I see you, listen to you, and see you do things, I will feel very warm and caring.We all sigh that you read life before we all do.But fate is so unfair, why did you let you leave like this when you haven't raised your children and done your best for the elderly, without any preparation, without any precautions, just leave, I don't know how you feel?
Will you see your elderly parents through the flying ashes?
Through the cascading curtains, will you see the childish Aiko?
Through the bright wreath, can you see the regretful classmates?
Through the sorrow of the heart, can you see whose heart is weeping?
The hearse can't take away your sturdy figure, and the soaring flame can't burn your frank demeanor.You will always be the clever and cunning playmate in the hearts of your childhood friends, you will always be the unruly and righteous classmates in the hearts of your high school classmates, and you will always be a good doctor like your father.The world is impermanent, life and death are unpredictable, here all our students want to say: **Fly all the way, I hope you rest in heaven!
All the students of the third class of the eighth and fifth grades※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ as the later extras, a person's death is divided into three stages: the disappearance of the body; the miss of classmates and friends; In the end, the descendants of the family no longer remember.But I regret the leap of your only son......
I hope that "The Distance is Somewhat Far" can extend your second stage () The distance is a little far