People are really strange. When I live in a shack, my mind is full of daydreams, but when I write about my trip to famous mountains and rivers, there are often some static dots looming in front of me. Maybe it's an old man who happens to be in Lu Yu, maybe it's a bird that always stops by my side, maybe it's a haystack that makes me doze off. Sometimes it is not necessarily encountered on the journey, but the memory highlights that will emerge wherever you go, flashing and leaving a few stitches in the fluttering life network.
Yes, if life is a line crossed by a stroke, then only some points can remain valuable.
Omitting those withered long lines and remembering only a few points is really rich enough.
To this end, I will make an exception and write a flower in my travel notes. It's wintersweet, not far away, in a hospital in the western suburbs of Shanghai.
It is a quiet lamp that often fades in my heart during my vast journey.
No matter how hard the steps are, people sometimes get sick. For a traveler, being in a hospital may be the biggest psychological contrast. Want physical strength but no physical strength, want space and no space, waiting in depression and helplessness, I don't know when I can get out of the next stop of my life.
It seems that God rewards and punishes diligence. Your usual footsteps are too sloppy, so you are driven to this small courtyard to stay for a while and relax. Whether you like it or not, you are used to it.
At that time, the hospital where I lived used to be the private residence of a rich foreign businessman. There were many trees in the yard, but it was winter and they all withered. Accustomed to the beautiful scenery on weekdays, my eyes are full of hunger and thirst, and I look for green among trees all day. However, all I see is the interlacing of khaki colors, but clusters of ward clothes of the same style are turning around repeatedly, and the more I look at them, the more annoying I am. Patients occasionally stop to talk, but out of courtesy, they won't ask each other any more questions. Only two patients laughed whenever they got the chance. The nurse said they were terminally ill. Their cheerfulness is highly respected, but everyone knows that there is a huge spiritual support here. Few people listen to their laughter, because everyone can't think of so many comforting reactions and forced smiles. Nurses often walk with them, and everyone looks at their backs from a distance.
Patients like to go to bed early and get up early, and the yard is crowded before dawn. Everyone rushed there to take a deep breath and move their hands, for fear that the morning light would break through and see the bare branches and sick faces clearly. Only in this way, everything will be awake, the air will be cold and refreshing, the mouth will open, the nose will open, and the corner of the morning will be seized.
Day after day, so it passed. Suddenly, one morning, everyone felt something strange in the air. They looked around in horror and found a group of people in the corner of the yard. Hurriedly walked over and stood on tiptoe to see that there was a Chimonanthus praecox in the middle of the crowd, and the faint morning light reflected fresh yellow petals. People who approach the past are still chanting its name. When they arrived at their destination, they were no longer silent. An elegant and clean smell scared everyone. Deliberately take a breath to smell, but you can't smell anything. When you don't smell, it's all over your nose, and it dyes your body and mind at once.
A flower is just a flower that has just bloomed, but here, it is a desert camel bell, a barren hill pavilion, a long drought and a long rain. After watching for a while, the patient slowly turned over and gave up his seat to the person behind him. They wandered around the yard twice, stopped here and waited patiently behind the crowd. Since then, walking in the hospital has become a circle centered on wintersweet.
Hospitalized patients are all a little neurotic. The world is small and fragile. I can't get rid of anything I want to live. It is said that many hospitalized patients will have a little emotional connection with warm-hearted and kind nurses, which can not be completely attributed to patients taking part in accidental amusement, but a natural projection of a fragile mentality. When they are discharged from the hospital and their bodies and minds return to normal, everything will become a thing of the past.
Now, all the patients' emotions are projected on Chimonanthus praecox, with extraordinary obsession. Two patients in my ward woke up early in the morning and said they smelled the aroma of wintersweet. One person even said that he was just awakened by the aroma. In fact, our ward is not close to wintersweet, at least forty or fifty meters away.
In my opinion, this wintersweet is really worthy of patients' obsession. All kinds of miscellaneous trees and branches make way around it, and it stands grandly in a clearing, and people can clearly see all its gestures. The branches are vigorous and dark, covered with wrinkles of the years. Looking at this branch alone, it seems that it has long been dead, and only the historical shape of a sad gun stretches here. It is hard to imagine that at the top of such a branch, so many fresh lives suddenly gushed out. Petals are yellow without a trace of turbidity, faint without texture, leaving only patches of color shadows, delicate and transparent. There is no other color in the whole yard, as if the leaves have fallen, and the branches have been busy all autumn and winter, paving the way for this wintersweet. Plum blossom petals tremble slightly in the cold wind, which can shake the whole lead-blue sky. Patients no longer hate winter. In front of Chimonanthus praecox, everyone knows that the best color and fragrance in the world can only be accompanied by cold. There is only one word left in the aesthetic concept here: Leng Yan.
It adds several flowers every day, so counting flowers and buds has become a major event in every ward. Arguments often occur. If they don't stop, we should count the flowers carefully before. This sometimes happens at night, and patients even get up in clothes on cold nights and bury their heads in flowers in the moonlight. Chimonanthus praecox in the moonlight is exceptionally holy, surrounded by darkness, and only crystal petals are far away from the bright moon. When the fragrance and night air are mixed together, they go deep into the soul.
One morning when I got up, it was very cold. When I opened the window, it snowed heavily and the whole yard was silvery white. Chimonanthus praecox has become more eye-catching, standing gracefully, being set off by the silvery world into a kind of sage-like style with a graceful charm. Several young patients tried to observe in the snow, but the nurse stopped them. The nurse whispered, they are all patients. How can they stand such a cold? Come back early!
The patients standing on the eaves gallery on the first floor and the balcony on the second floor looked at Chimonanthus praecox tenderly. Some people say that such a heavy snow must have knocked out many petals; Some people disagree, saying that heavy snow will only push more buds away. This argument finally touched a nurse, who volunteered to take the snow to count. The nurse is young and slim. As soon as she came out, her white clothes melted in the heavy snow. She walked lightly to the front of Chimonanthus praecox, smoothed her hair, and then bowed her head and looked up to count. She must have learned a little dance, and the figure when counting flowers is reminiscent of Flowers Scattered in the Sky. Finally, she finally straightened up, smiled at the building and gave a number in the heavy snow, which caused cheers from all the patients upstairs and downstairs. These figures prove that wintersweet has grown many flowers that have not withered after a night of heavy snow.
At the end of this month, the hospital asked patients to select excellent nurses, and the nurse who took great risks won by unanimous vote.
A few days later, it suddenly rained heavily. It usually doesn't rain so hard in winter in Shanghai, and all the patients flock to the eaves gallery and balcony at once. Everyone knows that our wintersweet is really in trouble. A few sharp-eyed people have clearly seen the petals under the flower branches. It's raining harder and harder, and some petals have rushed under the eaves. The patients looked up at the sky sadly and sighed. Just then, a clear voice sounded in my ear, "I'll get my umbrella!" " "
This is another nurse's voice. The nurse braved the heavy snow didn't go to work today. Although the nurse is tall, she is still a little childish, with a red silk umbrella in her hand and her eyes rolling around. People looked at her silently like a savior and forgot to thank her. A patient suddenly stopped her and said that the red umbrella was too dazzling for wintersweet. The nurse pursed her lips and smiled, turned back to the office and took out a yellow silk umbrella. Some patients object, saying that yellow against yellow will cover wintersweet. Fortunately, the umbrellas used by nurses were varied in color, and finally they chose a purple silk umbrella.
The nurse came to the flower wearing cream rain boots and a purple umbrella, and tied the umbrella to the branch with a rope. When she was tied up, another nurse went to pick her up with an umbrella, and the two girls came back with their shoulders.
Spring came, and Chimonanthus praecox finally withered. The patients were discharged in batches and went to wintersweet tree for some time before discharge.
All kinds of trees have sprouted green shoots, the grass on the ground has begun to become active, and the patient's face and eyes have gradually become clear. Soon, there will be many flowers here, and bees and butterflies will come through the wall.
The hardest thing in the ward is winter. In winter, we have wintersweet.
At this time, Chimonanthus praecox wilted and escaped, mottled and old, like dead branches.
Several patients are betting: "this winter, I will come in to see wintersweet again!" " "
The nurse said, "You won't come back, and we don't want healthy people to talk nonsense. Travel is serious when you are healthy. This wintersweet is for patients only. "
Say and slightly red in the face.