Prose that forgets memory

June 1 day of 20xx AD is a beautiful day that has not happened for many years, which coincides with the Dragon Boat Festival holiday on the fifth day of May. Celebrate in two sections, everyone is happy. At the end of the street, there are more conversations and plays on the dining table. Many young people also choose this day as their wedding date to tie the knot and spend a hundred years together. For a time, I watched the dragon boat race with a smile and liked to listen to people's stories. Sing "Let's Make a blockbuster", singing and dancing; Congratulations, love is like oxygen, who spent a full moon and became a real scenery. What a good day! It's so lively!

On the morning of June 2nd (Dragon Boat Festival), the bad news came. Two colleagues died one after another, including my good friend Rui Yong. At that moment, I didn't know what it was like to be a bolt from the blue, but I felt like a muffled thunder. Head Weng Weng straight ring, a blank; The golden flower appeared in front of us, and everyone seemed to collapse. Silent, emotional. I can't help hating the laughter in front of me and making a drink for a change. The sadness of "a strong woman in business doesn't know about national subjugation and hatred, but she still sings backyard flowers across the river" rises from the bottom of my heart.

Second, hope for a miracle.

I knew this day would come sooner or later. I've been in a complicated mood, always expecting something. Brother Rui Yong, after the school sports meeting at the end of April 20xx, caught a cold that could not be cured for a long time, and his body was cold and hot. Go to Chengdu for examination, follow-up, diagnosis and hospitalization during the May Day holiday. Seven times of chemotherapy in a year, waiting for the opportunity, the condition is basically stable. In April of 20xx, I went to the provincial hospital to see him. His physical condition is good, and several indicators are slowly rising, which has ignited the hope of life. It can be seen that he is full of confidence, believes in the charm of modern medicine and vows to fight the disease to the end. His longing for life and vision for the future are touching, generous and full of love. Especially in Southern Middle School, a love relay race was successfully carried out among the teachers, students and staff of the whole school, and an exciting hymn of life was written.

I remember I reported to President Liao in writing:

President Liao, I'm Yang Youquan. We used to be friends with Jing Rui forever. Thank you sincerely for your long-term concern and love for us. Especially after Brother Rui Yong fell ill, you organized all the teachers and students to actively donate money to help, which eased the urgent need and won valuable time for treatment.

Dean Liao, as you know, Brother Rui Yong's follow-up treatment is under great economic pressure. Friends and relatives are actively seeking help and offering love. Progress has been made in the reunion work. Several students are members of Sichuan Charity Federation and have got in touch with relevant parties through coordination. The president of the alumni association entrusted me to report to you, and I intend to prepare a document in the name of the school, including diligent work, family status, illness description, treatment plan, fund raising, remaining gaps and so on. If necessary, you can also ask the society for help through the media.

If President Liao and Brother Rui Yong are in good health, the blood donors will not repent at that time, and the transplant operation is expected to be completed at the end of the month.

Life is precious, but love is more expensive. We hope that a respected teacher can stand on the platform as soon as possible to teach and educate people, preach and teach and solve doubts; A good man who is also a son, husband and father can return to a warm but not rich home as soon as possible and enjoy family happiness; A friend who is sincere and kind to others and laughs with him can talk about the past and present together as soon as possible.

Life is fragile. Just like yesterday, he walked as fast as a fly on the playground, cheering for victory. In a flash, lying in a hospital bed, dying. Continuous chemotherapy, gaunt face and sparse hair. In order to fight the disease, he has overdrawn.

Life is strong. He suffered for the education he loved, and for the children who didn't give up. He endured the pain for his sick wife and his son who just left college. Brother Rui Yong said that only by actively cooperating with the treatment can we overcome the disease. He believes in the charm of modern medicine and the care of leaders. The care of classmates and friends is the spiritual pillar and inexhaustible motive force to tide over the difficulties together!

If the wealth created by a person in his life is true, then 1 is the body, and no 1 is equal to zero. Let's join hands and pass on positive energy. Let's pray for Brother Rui Yong!

I look forward to a miracle.

Third, it's getting worse.

On May 6th and 7th, 20xx, I sent letters continuously, but there was no reply, which was unprecedented in the past. I think something is wrong. It was not until 6: 00 pm on May 8 that I received his short message: Hello, You Quan, I'm sorry for the late reply! Because the situation is not very good recently, chemotherapy has not eased after recurrence, and the condition has deteriorated rapidly. Especially in the past month, I have been suffering from chills and fever. When it's cold, cover three quilts and shake them; The fever is over 40 degrees, and the whole body is on fire. It's hard to describe the pain. Time to go is not far away! The relationship between classmates can only continue in the afterlife. I owe you a word of thanks in my life, but I can only pay you back in the afterlife. I'm really sorry! Take this opportunity to clear your mind and reply, hope to take care!

Worried, scared, helpless! I can't give him any hope, only relief. I want to say, "Just get through the hard times." "Maybe it's the darkness before dawn" or something, but it's hard to say.

I remember that it was Monday, and the school held a regular meeting of faculty and staff. I looked at my mobile phone in a daze. My neighbor saw my abnormality towards Hu Xian and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" I showed him the text message. At that time, the air seemed to stagnate, I couldn't speak, and my heart ached faintly. At eight o'clock, I still replied: Brother Rui Yong, you must be strong, no matter when we are good classmates and friends! Be optimistic and look down on your family.

I contacted Fan Kang the next day. He happened to be going to Chengdu and promised to see Brother Rui Yong. Later, Fan Kang said that he was weak and his eyes were blurred, and the doctor had made a conclusion. At this time, his body is like a weed, which cannot be destroyed or killed. There is no need or possibility of surgery.

On May 26th, I received a short message from Brother Rui Yong: Friends, classmates, good friends! This may be the last time I contact you. I hope you take good care of it and wish your family happiness and well-being! You don't have to thank me for my kindness. The kindness I owe you and your classmates in my life can only be put into the afterlife. What kind of high-end medicine am I now? It doesn't seem to be medicine-it doesn't work! I used to use hormones to control my fever for a day or two, but now I use them every day, burn them every day, keep burning, and I still have a fever. Maybe I only have a few days to contact the world, and I'm finished. There are two things to ask you here. First, after my illness recurred, my classmates generously helped me, but I never contacted them because of physical reasons, not even a word of thanks. I hope you can thank and apologize for me and explain the situation. Secondly, at this year's reunion, I also hope to bring my thanks and apologies to them. I hope they will take care of themselves and wish their families happiness, safe entry and exit and all the best!

That night, I sent this short message to normal students. Wu Jingcheng, Jing Guoqiang, Wu,,, Lin, etc. Write letters to express their shock, regret and prayers. In particular, Jing Guoqiang's phone call lasted for half an hour: reviewing classmates' time, recalling friendship, feeling the warmth and coldness of the world, and wishing each other treasure. We both couldn't help talking to Zhang Zijun. Because the army is also a man in his fifties, he has been wandering alone, almost starting a business from scratch. What's the point of leaving home and wife? What is the effort like?

Fourth, the last moment

I hope brother Rui Yong can get out of the misery as soon as possible, although I can't bear to part with it.

On May 28th, Xiao Jing wrote that her father could no longer call and send short messages, and asked me to report my illness to President Liao of the school, hoping to get an honorary yearbook with 30 years' teaching experience so that I could remember it. I wrote back and said, Xiao Jing, thank you and your mother. You are a sensible and filial son, and your mother is in poor health. The burden of family falls on your shoulders. Face all this bravely and bury deep love and even pain in your heart. I live and work well, and caring for my mother is the best comfort for my father!

After I reported to President Liao, he felt suddenly and sad. Immediately instruct the Finance Department of the Political and Educational Affairs Office of the Office to handle the formalities related to the honorary certificate and special contribution award of Southern Middle School with high standards. I called you at night to tell you that I heard Brother Rui Yong say in a weak voice, "Leave the certificate with You Quan". My heart suddenly cooled, and then I felt a sense of sadness.

Verb (short for verb) elegy

Brother Rui Yong went, and the real announcement time was June 6. The funeral has been arranged at home, and the urn is in my hometown. I once again conveyed this message to my classmates: Students, according to Rui Yong's last wish, after he left, there will be no farewell ceremony or memorial service, and the urn will only stay in his hometown. Let's pray silently for the dead and bury our reluctant parting in our hearts. As the saying goes, it comes like rain and goes like dust. A bowl of Meng Po Tang, I hope he can forget the troubles of the world, forget the troubles of the past and enjoy health, happiness and happiness in another world. I believe Naiheqiao can't help him, because he is loyal and kind, open-minded, kind and has a good reputation all his life. Thank you again for your concern and love. At the same time, I wish all my classmates and their families peace and well-being!

Yang Jiyi, then Deputy Secretary-General of Nanchong Municipal Government and Director of Municipal Affairs Center, expressed deep regret and condolences, and repeatedly told me to try my best to comfort my family. Professor Wenyong Liu, who works in the College of Literature of Sichuan University, wrote a letter asking to tell his family: I'm sorry for your loss. Life is not easy. The meaning and value of Brother Rui Yong's comings and goings have been deeply hidden in the hearts of classmates, friends and his students!

In the next few days, my heart was empty and blank. Regular college entrance examination work, step by step, mechanical operation. Friends socialize, or deliberately shirk, or forget to break an appointment. Strolling around the campus, you should look at the place where Brother Rui Yong teaches and educates people from time to time, and look at the gazebo where you used to sit during recess. As if his burly figure, magnetic voice is just around the corner. Although I hurried by the Xuefu Community, as long as I looked up, my eyes naturally projected onto the familiar house. It can be imagined that no one has lived for a long time, and the family has lost its backbone. Looking at the blue lamp is bitter, seeing the curtain hanging empty, and the human tragedy is also. Somehow, I remembered Ma Zhiyuan's "Clear Sand": the withered vine and the old tree are humming, and the bridge is flowing. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. I don't know if it's appropriate, but I'm in the same boat!

The school is calm again.

As the ancients said, human feelings are like a piece of tissue paper, and world events are like a plate of xinqi. At this time, I had a new understanding. Love in the world is an eternal theme, but it doesn't have to be trapped by love or even double suicide. "Thin" is not really cowardly, fickle and ungrateful; "New" is to cheer up and face new situations and changes bravely. "Thin" is an appearance, but "new" is a spur and encouragement. Once a person has gone, he can't come back, and his relatives and friends can't help him; Both people should look forward, and life needs people to create changes. If the dead are really alive, God knows that he wants the living to eat well, dress well, do well, be healthy and happy and enjoy a happy life. So much for the so-called "I'm sorry for your loss".

Hold the harp and watch the crane go and wait for the cloud to return. Well, call!

I am keen on growing peaches and plums. I am a gardener.

The three-foot platform draws the spring and autumn period, and the colorful chalk writes the Chinese chapter.

Do your best to praise the red candle and make great contributions to the future.

Born as a hero, he is extraordinary and free from vulgarity, and he is blessed and shared.