Introduction: Meeting you is my fate; I'm glad you're still alive. You are ill, and I will spend these days with you. You are the strongest person I have ever met. Even if you die, I will live strong. I never wrote such an article when I was ill. Just as I am in good health, clear-headed and healthy physically and mentally, I write this short article to tell you that sick people are the strongest people! The living are the strongest people! You will never hear the story of the dead being strong and alive!
Sick man
Dunzhe Ling
My eyes hurt when I get up in the morning. I didn't care too much, and the more uncomfortable I felt after washing. On the contrary, my head is raised, I have a headache, I am weak and depressed. I quickly lay down on the bed. Even so, it is extremely uncomfortable, and fever and chest tightness follow. There is a saying that "illness comes like a mountain". I believe everyone has had such an experience. I feel so uncomfortable that I want to scratch my heart, to make people care, to be quiet, and I can't satisfy it.
My parents buy me medicine. I drank too much hot water, sat patiently for an hour and finally fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt that my eyes no longer hurt and my mind was clear. This is "illness goes away like spinning silk".
Old people often say, "People who eat whole grains are not sick." So everyone has a sick experience. The topic of disease is new from ancient times to the present.
Look at some idioms about "being sick" and you will know what a sick person is like. "Disease is a disaster" is an idiom. Put "illness" and "disaster" together, and you will know that illness is a disaster, and everyone hates getting sick.
However, people have to eat, people have to endure the torture of the environment, so it is inevitable that "the disease will enter the mouth." People are fragile in the face of diseases. You can't imagine how fragile they are. The description I gave at the beginning is far from being a disease!
What is a disease? Let me tell you something. 19 19 Spanish flu Do you know how many people died? 25 million to 40 million people died! At present, there are more than 10 thousand patients a day in big hospitals in first-tier cities, but you can't see anyone bargaining with doctors! Do you still remember Blood Steamed Bread written by Lu Xun? Do you know why Hemingway, Kawabata Yasunari, Sanmao and Van Gogh committed suicide? Have you seen the news about selling children because of illness? There are too many stories and cases. I believe that even the experiences of ordinary people around you, and even your own experience, are enough to make you feel what the sick people are like.
Sick people are sensitive, sick people are sad, sick people are miserable, sick people are poor, and sick people are timid.
I grew up in general health. Therefore, minor illnesses continue, and I also have some experience about getting sick. I once got pleurisy when I was seriously ill, and I couldn't breathe. One day I cried and said goodbye to my mother in bed. Now that I think about it, I feel that I can't laugh if I want to.
But that illness really made me think a lot about life. For me now, these experiences are precious.
My grandmother took medicine every day before she died, and it was uncomfortable not to take it for a day. If you don't eat, you must take medicine. My grandmother is also uncomfortable every day, and then she always says that there are people on the roof and people under the bed ... In short, it is the saying of ghosts and gods, which keeps going day and night. My fourth uncle had an arm amputated because of cancer. He is a man with a heart of stone, but he also secretly cries at night. Even so, he didn't save his life in the end.
Every time I go to the hospital to see a patient, I feel very emotional. I'm thinking about ancient hospitals. Are there so many people? In the corridor in the middle of the night, many accompanying people sleep in bunk beds. Snoring, looking haggard. Therefore, the ancients have long said: "It is difficult to have a dutiful son before a long bed."
I don't know what you were thinking when you were sick. Let me talk about myself. When you are sick, although your brain is stuffy, you are also weak and depressed. But the brain is very active. Just like movies, but these "movies" are mostly unhappy.
Listen to these poems: "I have no news from my relatives and friends, and I am old, weak, sick and lonely", "I don't know each other when I am sick, but who will be happy in the third spring", "I just need medicine when I am sick, what else can I expect?" "When I was dying, I sat up in shock, and the black wind blew the rain and the cold window." "When I was dying, I cried even more in autumn." "Fan, fan, beauty.
No one wants to see a person shivering in the wind, but he has no money to cure the disease. No one wants to see his wife and children abandoned for medical treatment. But the disease does not depend on people, and the sick people can't help themselves.
I assume that my mind is the clearest and cleverest at the moment, so what should I say to you who is sick? So what should I say to my sick self in the future?
It's just that several relatives and classmates around me have died of illness in recent years. And cancer, myocardial infarction, cerebral infarction. There seem to be countless names of diseases in the world. Both God and Bodhisattva are too busy. So is man himself. Even doctors sometimes can't save themselves, that is, people can't help the disease.
Disease is an experience and a test. Test the patient and test the people around the patient. Human nature will be more fragile in the hospital, tears will be more hazy in the hospital, and the choice between life and death has always been difficult.
We can't completely avoid getting sick, but you must not make a decision when you are sick. Because most of them are negative. The "decision" here contains many contents, such as suicide, divorce, escape, abandonment, fear and so on.
I know you are in pain, and I have been in pain. I know you may not be able to control it, but I still believe you can control your emotions. It is not easy for a person to live to an old age, because time has weight and your body is getting heavier and heavier. It is easy for a person to live to old age, because time passes quickly. As long as you stick to it, you will get old.
At this moment, I hope all sick people have the mentality of "moaning without illness". Being sick is an experience, just like having a baby. Pain is inevitable, but you will gain a lot through it. As I said at the beginning, when I got pleurisy, I dropped out of school for half a year and thought a lot about life. For me now, it is very precious.
This kind of preciousness means that I am more open-minded, I pay more attention to health and I am more optimistic. I'm better at observing my heart and looking down on my heart. I'm not Van Gogh, I'm not Hemingway, I'm not Yasunari Kawabata, so I have no right to accuse them of suicide because of illness, but I have the right to say that I don't appreciate it!
I like Zhang Haidi, I like Shi Tiesheng, I like Hawking, I like Helen Keller, and I like myself! I like you!
We have no right to choose to come into this world. The choice is our parents. We have the right to choose to live or die. Especially sick people, will think more about what is life and what is death. But this is actually a fallacy. I've thought about it for you. The living will not experience death, and the dead will not experience life. So it's enough to live and want to live. An optimistic person will be born sick; An optimistic person will broaden the dimensions of life.
Finally, I still want to emphasize to everyone who reads this article: meeting you is my fate; I'm glad you're still alive. You are ill, and I will spend these days with you. You are the strongest person I have ever met. Even if you die, I will live strong. I never wrote such an article when I was ill. Just as I am in good health, clear-headed and healthy physically and mentally, I write this short article to tell you that sick people are the strongest people! The living are the strongest people! You will never hear the story of the dead being strong and alive!
Excerpted from the prose works of independent scholar Dunzhe Ling.