Passing by Yuhuayuan on the way home essay

The low and melodious tones of the famous saxophone song "Going Home" echoed in the living room. The slightly hoarse tune formed a faint sadness that filled the air, making the atmosphere at home somewhat depressing.

Wang Zhuo sat on the bed where his mother had lived and wept secretly. The mother's bed is still there, but mother is not there; the mother's clothes are still there, and the body temperature on the clothes seems to be still there, but the mother is not there; the mother's photo is still there on the table, and her slightly opened mouth seems to be talking, but there is no sound. Her mother has been gone for a long time, but she still can't accept this fact. She didn't believe that her mother was gone; she didn't want to believe that she became an orphan; she couldn't believe that her mother died of Alzheimer's disease.

Wang Zhuo is a Chinese teacher in No. 1 Middle School and an expert in teaching. He has been teaching for more than 20 years and has taught countless students. One year she was the class teacher. After the college entrance examination, five students in her class were admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University. At that time, the news caused a sensation in the small town, and everyone called her a "college entrance examination master" and "a lucky star for students." Some parents of candidates actually use their connections to go through the back door and want to send their children to her school. It seems that as long as they are in Teacher Wang's class, their children will be admitted to Tsinghua University, and even a dull head can be admitted to Peking University.

Teacher Wang’s teaching is excellent. She is so superb in that class. Listening to her class is simply a spiritual enjoyment. "I used to hate Chinese the most. After Teacher Wang took over Chinese for us, I liked this class very much. Her class was great!" said a naughty student.

That is indeed the case. Wang Zhuo can make a Chinese class "magical". Listening to her class is really an auditory and visual feast. But facing her mother's condition, she was helpless.

Five years ago, Wang Zhuo received a call from his second uncle during class, "Please come back quickly." On the other end of the phone, his second uncle's voice was very anxious. An ominous flash occurred in her mind.

"Your mother is lost. She has been missing since noon yesterday. She has not been found yet."

What Wang Zhuo was worried about finally appeared.

In fact, Wang Zhuo had long discovered his mother's abnormality, and her mother often called her "his dad". At first, Wang Zhuo thought that his mother missed his father too much, but later, his mother called everyone "his dad." Only then did she realize that things were not as simple as she thought. After her father passed away, her mother lived alone in the countryside. No matter how much she and her brother tried to persuade or beg, they were unwilling to live with their children in the city. Her mother's reasons made her unable to persist. She said, "Your dad's spirit often comes home. What should you do if you can't find me when you get home? There are so many buildings, so many roads, and so many people in the city. Your dad definitely doesn't know where you live, and he definitely can't find me." Come to me." After a pause, the mother said in a low voice, "Besides, if your father's ghost wanders into your house, it won't scare your son-in-law." She didn't go to her son's house, because he had many things to do. He is always busy and often away from home. His daughter-in-law is from the city. If the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is not good, it is not causing trouble for the son. However, my mother did not say this reason. But Wang Zhuo knew.

She no longer insisted. Entrust my second uncle to take more care of it.

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After picking up her mother, Teacher Wang took her for a walk in Gulou Square when she had no classes. She pointed to the buildings on the side of the road and said, "When you go home, first go around the Drum Tower, then pass the attached elementary school, and you will arrive at the family area of ??No. 1 Middle School." It is not far from the Gulou Square to the family area of ??No. 1 Middle School, and the straight-line distance is only 200 meters. . But this journey was too far for my mother, longer than the journey from the city to home. She could never remember the names of the landmark buildings. I repeated the instructions countless times, but my mother didn't respond at all. Every time he sees his mother's helpless eyes, Wang Zhuo's heart aches for a long time. The mother who was once strong is now like a child who needs to be taken care of and cannot leave her daughter for a while.

"When going home, first go around the Drum Tower, then pass the attached primary school, then pass the Yuhuayuan, and then you will arrive at the family area of ??No. 1 Middle School." Holding his mother's hand, Wang Zhuo repeatedly told her what to do when going home. route. She hoped that her mother would be able to walk out on her own one day.

"Yuhuayuan", hearing the three words "Yuhuayuan", the mother murmured to herself. When she turned around to look, there was a hint of joy on her face. "Yes, I have to pass through Yuhuayuan when I go home."

"Going home and passing by the Yuhuayuan", my mother was finally able to speak a complete sentence. This made Teacher Wang very happy. She guessed that the word "flower garden" might have reminded her mother of the yard of her hometown, of the large yard filled with vegetables in spring, flowers in summer, fruits in autumn, and covered with snow in winter. Anyway, my mother has some memories and her health has improved a little.

I saw the old man in the hospital. She grabbed my hand and said, "Dad, come home. White clothes. Beat people. Scared." Looking at my suspicious eyes, Wang Zhuo told me, "My mother calls doctors and nurses white clothes." She turned to her mother. "This is Xiaolin in the front yard, do you remember? When you were a child, you wanted her to be your daughter-in-law. White clothes don't hit anyone. They gave you injections and infusions to help you treat your illness. When you get better, we Just go home." "Oh, this illness always comes and goes." Wang Zhuo served his mother diligently.

However, no matter how developed medicine is, no matter how skilled the medical skills are, no matter how dedicated the doctors are, and no matter how reluctant the children are to give up, Aunt Wang still goes. The death certificate is "Jiang XX, was hospitalized due to Alzheimer's disease and died of ineffective treatment."

Many years later, I learned that the awkward foreign name "Alzheimer's disease" is what the people call Alzheimer's disease.

"Alzheimer's disease, also called senile dementia, is a central nervous system disease with an insidious onset and slowly progressive disease. Clinically, it is characterized by memory impairment, aphasia, apraxia, and agnosia. It is characterized by comprehensive dementia such as impairment of visual and spatial skills, impairment of executive functions, and changes in personality and behavior. "The cause of this terrible disease is still unknown."

In recent years, reports on this disease can often be heard on news broadcasts. For example: On the afternoon of December 15th, Zhejiang Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine held a popular science lecture on "Understanding Alzheimer's Disease"; For example: on December 13th, the National "Alzheimer's Disease Prevention and Treatment Scientific Figure Award Ceremony" was held in Beijing Held; for example: on December 1, China News Network reported that "Chinese and Australian scientists jointly discovered a new target for the treatment of Alzheimer's disease"; for example: on October 29, 2014, "yellow wristbands" began to be distributed in Yangpu District, Shanghai . These news show that on the one hand, the medical system has increased its efforts in treatment and research, and on the other hand, it shows that the number of people suffering from this disease is on the rise.

"Yellow wristband", also called "yellow bracelet", is a contact tool worn on the wrist. The wristband records the wearer's home address and family contact numbers, even if the wearer speaks the language Even if you are not familiar with the geographical location, as long as you have it, you can find your way home with the help of others.

Last year, when he heard the report about "yellow wristbands", Tao Liang suddenly grabbed his wife's hand and cried, "Why didn't I think of giving my mother a yellow wristband?" Tao Liang's mother left home when he was delivering something to a neighbor, and this time she left, she was separated from her family. Usually, when Tao Liang goes to work, he locks the door of his home and takes his mother out for a walk after get off work. After getting off work early that day, he brought back the neighbor's milk and chatted for a while while delivering it.

The door is not locked.

When I returned home half an hour later, my mother was gone.

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I saw my mother at noon the next day, at the funeral home. She was holding two pancakes in her hand.

Tao Liang’s pain of losing his mother and Tao Liang’s regret and self-blame are beyond words.

"Why didn't I lock the door?" "Why did I say I would eat pancakes at night?" He tore his hair and howled, banging his head against the wall. The neighbor accompanied him with a guilty look on his face.

Until now, he still can’t figure out why his mother walked to a hotel far away from home, why she went up the stairs from the back door, and why she fell at the corner of the stairs. His mother left, and his son's questions became a mystery that could never be solved. Tao Liang couldn't help but feel sad when he thought about it.

“If I had given my mother a wristband earlier and written down her home address and my phone number, maybe there would have been no accidents.” Tao Liang often said this, like Mrs. Xianglin said, "I'm so stupid, really."

The son wants to be filial but his relatives are not there. This regret cannot be made up for in any way. Wang Zhuo and Tao Liang's pain of losing their mother cannot be alleviated by persuasion. Perhaps only the passage of time can slowly heal the pain in their hearts.

A survey shows that Alzheimer’s disease has become a difficult disease worldwide, with far more women than men suffering from it. What is even more worrying is that the age of patients is getting younger.

Teacher Ge is the younger of this group of patients, only 68 years old. She is my colleague and a retired accountant from the school. When Mr. Ge was young, his brain was like a computer. For numbers, she has the magical memory of photographic memory. No matter how big or small the number is, whether it is addition, subtraction, multiplication or division, she will tell you the answer as soon as you report the number here, and she rarely makes mistakes. At that time, everyone respected her as the "divine fortune teller".

But now, Teacher Ge not only doesn’t know numbers, he doesn’t even know his children, and he often forgets the way home. I heard that several times, others took her home after going around in circles to find her way.

When I saw her, I was secretly surprised: Teacher Ge’s eyes were dull, her expression was gloomy, and she was looking at the gray sky with hollow eyes. Her wife told her, "Xiao Zhang saw you coming and wanted to say hello to you. Do you remember her? She used to live next door to us." Teacher Ge looked at me, staring at me without blinking. I don't know what she is thinking or not thinking at the moment.

“Ask her, does she know you?” Someone suggested that he want to verify Mrs. Ge’s cognitive ability, so as to confirm what he told me: “Mrs. Ge has Alzheimer’s disease. 'It's true'. I couldn't bear it and turned away. I thought to myself, the patient is already helpless due to the disease, the disease has caused her no choice but to take care of her, her family is exhausted from taking care of her, and her children are overwhelmed with coping. Why should I add salt to the wound and add insult to injury? Why should I prove that she is really sick? Why should I have to let her go? The family faced the facts and were once again embarrassed. I couldn't bear it and strode away.

It is said that American musician Kenny G (Kenny.G) composed the famous song "Going Home" because his girlfriend left him. After playing it for 10 years, his girlfriend finally returned to him; it is said that During the Gulf War, slogans such as "On the way home, pass through Baghdad" could be seen everywhere on the walls of the patrol cars at the U.S. military station. Inspired by this slogan, the morale of the American soldiers was greatly boosted, and the war was quickly ended. Passing through Baghdad, they successfully Go home; it is said that there are currently 47.5 million Alzheimer's patients in the world, and an Alzheimer's patient sees a doctor every 57 seconds; it is said that Kenneth, a 15-year-old Chinese boy from Southern California, independently developed and produced an anti-escape sensor in one year. Here, he successfully prevented his grandfather suffering from Alzheimer's disease from running away 900 times.

There is no doubt that Kenny G is happy. Although it took ten years, his girlfriend finally returned to him and returned to their warm home with his persistent performance; the American soldiers are happy. , from Iraq to the United States, although the journey was long, they still defeated the enemy and ended the battle, returned to the motherland, and returned to their warm home; Kenneth's grandfather was happy. The sensor made by his grandson prevented him from getting lost again. There is no way to find the way home.

Yes, the way home passes through Baghdad, and the way home passes through Yuhuayuan. The way home can pass through different buildings in different cities, and it can be long or short on this way home. Some people get home safely, some people can't find their home, and some people get lost forever on the road and lose themselves.

Wang Zhuo still often listens to the saxophone of "Going Home" and sits on the bed sentimentally looking at his mother's photos in a daze; Tao Liang still says, "Why didn't I know to wear a yellow wristband for my mother?" " Mrs. Ge still doesn't know people very well, and the pace of time is still moving forward step by step. Friends, if you encounter a "yellow wristband" walking alone on the road, please help me if you see him, because they have lost the direction of home, and only your kind deeds can send them home; friends, if you encounter a "yellow wristband" alone on the road, The old man's eyes are dull and his movements are slow. Please help him if you see him. Maybe he doesn't know how to get home. They need your help to get home safely.

Only now do I know that those who raised us will one day grow old and dull, and that they will also need a pair of hands that can hold them. In this case, let us extend our hands, support them, and accompany them through their final years, making their lives better and more dignified.

I pray that all parents in the world will be healthy! I pray that all children in the world will be safe!