Chapter 19 send little readers

This is a letter my sister sent to my father from the hospital, describing her life and feelings during her illness, which is more detailed than a diary.I think she is sick, and she must not write to the young readers of "Children's World" often.There must be many young readers hoping to get news of her.So I asked Father Yu to publish her letter.My father agreed, so I made a small statement as a small introduction, thinking that my sister would not blame me for being troublesome? January 22, 1924, Bingzhong, Beijing Jiaotong University. dear father: I don't want to tell my kind father that I'm in the hospital now; but you don't want to hide anything about me from my father!Anyway, I believe that by that day, I must have recovered, and the course of my illness may as well be recorded.

Naturally, it was an old illness again, which came from my mother.I didn't feel any discomfort during my illness. I just thank God for making my mother and my body have such an unambiguous connection.Blood is our heart and our love. I love my mother, and I also love my illness! Two nights ago—there was no sun and moon in the hospital, and I can't remember—Ms. S invited me to dinner.In her small study room, the lights were turned off, and flickering candles were lit, facing the burning firewood in the fireplace, talking about oriental stories. ——When I looked back, I saw a pale yellow moon shining on us from the window; two white clouds like light silk above and below supported her. Ms. S also turned her head and was pleasantly surprised, drank coffee in a hurry, put on her coat, and walked out together. ——It turns out that not only the moonlight is like water, but also the sparse stars are twinkling beside the Tianhe River.

She pointed it out to me: Weaver Girl over there, Altair there, Andromeda, Orion, twin brother star, and Queen Star. At the end, she smiled quietly and said, "The directions and names of these stars, I will take them one by one." Keep it firmly in mind. When I am old and unable to walk, I will lie on the bed and watch Shuxing passing through my window. At that time, I will be as happy as meeting an old friend." She said with a slight sigh .The moonlight shone on her fluttering silver-white hair, and I was already slightly touched: what a sad and poetic sentence! I asked her how she could recognize the names of these stars, and she said it was because her younger brother was a navigator. At this time, my father was already in my heart!

Do you remember that one winter night last year, my mother and I sat at night, and my father came back very late. I walked into the middle gate, and my father took me to stand in the courtyard in the wind, and also pointed out to me: Here is Tengu, there is Big Dipper, and there is Jixing.At that time, I felt that my father's wisdom was infinite, and he knew all the subtle things in the ethereal sky - another year! In the moonlight, Ms. S sent me back, walking slowly up and down the winding path.I was quietly unhappy—I fell ill in the middle of the night. I still get up in the morning and lie down again after breakfast.I also had a class in the afternoon, and walked out after the class. The weather was like early spring, and the Weibing Lake was rippling.I walked slowly to the lake and sat down by the stream, feeling weak and bored.The sunset glow and the soft sound of the lake waves barely lifted my spirits, and I went back at dusk.At nine o'clock in the evening, they found out and sent me to the hospital immediately.

The hospital is within the range of the school on the hill, so it's hard to see clearly at night.The slight smiles of the doctors and nurses looking at me under the lights made me feel an unknown feeling. ——It was a good night, and I slept peacefully until dawn. Very early in the morning, the nurse was holding a large bouquet of yellow daisies, which was sent by her classmate Guan Bilou.I suddenly shed tears and recalled the flowers in front of the bed when I was sick in China—this was the first time. During the day, I slept most of the time, but the flowers and letters kept coming, and the room was filled with fragrance after a while.There are also roses, chrysanthemums, and many unknown ones.Each letter is very interesting, but most of the names at the end of the letter are unknown to me.Because there are so many classmates, I can only recognize the faces, and the names are really hard to remember!

I would rather be sick here, the diet is very good, and the conditioning is careful.I don't have to bother myself, even my hair is combed for me.My bed moves several times a day, and I push it closer to the window in the morning.Looking outside, you can see the red roof and spire of the chapel, the library, and more faintly see the autumn leaves on the other side of Weibing Lake, and the terrace is exposed.There is a tall tree near the window, I don't know its name.Yesterday morning, I saw a red-headed woodpecker standing on a branch, and it took a while to fly away. I also saw a very small squirrel jumping back and forth on it.

From the letter handed to me by the nurse, I know that many teachers, teachers and classmates came to see me, but they were all rejected by the doctor.I have been living in this small building since then. The room is so elegant and dusty, surrounded by endless flowers.My mind is very clear, but chaotic, I can't think of anything, I just stay in the state of "the minister's family is like a market, and his mind is like water". Where to start?From time to time, the phone rings: "...the hospital...is she?...very important...not allowed to visit...sleep and food are excellent, the most important thing is to rest,...books will be delivered tomorrow,...flowers and text messages are okay..."

Almost all the words are the same, I can hear them vaguely while leaning on the pillow.I suddenly recalled that when I was sick this summer, the phone rang in the same way. Brother Bing Zhong said: "Sister—much better, thank you!" I feel that I am really busy, and I ask others to do it for me everywhere-I spend this day half awake and half asleep. The first thing I asked the nurse the next day was "May I write today?" She laughed and said, "Yes, but don't write too long." I was overjoyed, and wrote the first letter to my family, telling me that I was safe.

It's not that I want to hide it, because I don't know where to start.The second letter was given to the ninety-six "people from the West" girls in Guanbi Tower. I say: "Thank you for your letters and the love you brought with the flowers! ——I was lying on the bed, looking at the lake and the sky from a distance with leisurely eyes. I also occasionally saw you on the grass, in the library, and at the entrance of the auditorium. I How happy is it? There are no dozens of pages of poems to read as homework. There is no morning clock to wake me up. I am leisurely reciting poems, watching the shadows of the sun fade away, and the stars in the night are in front of my window; It's not because I miss you, I really don't want to go back!"

Letters and flowers continued to come.At dusk, the nurse came in and looked around the room. She smiled and said, "This room has become a flower cellar." I also smiled happily. I have never liked the scent of chrysanthemums very much, but I didn't know that when she brushed my face with the scent of roses, it would be so sweet and strong! ——At this time, I took advantage of my wish!The days are long and the days are forever, and there is no sound.In a room, there are only flowers and me.In the midst of natural prohibition, Dumen thanked the guests and spent my time of leisurely memories.

Bringing up the past one by one, all of them make me smile happily.I thank God: In the past twenty years, I have no regrets, only this parting, remembering it is a bit shocking! The doctor only allowed her to speak, not me.With tears in her eyes, her pale face turned to me, and she said, "I thought we'd have the happiest Thanksgiving ever... but never mind, when you're better, we'll have another one..." I held her hand, silently without saying a word.After she placed the flowers and went out after looking back frequently, looking at the back of the "mother's love", I burst into tears-this is the second time. A great night, one of the most memorable.In the Kingdom of Fragrances, the fragrance of flowers is dense.I asked the nurse to turn on the two bright lamps. Under the lights, the surroundings of the bed were light green and thick red, which were charming, like lowered eyebrows, like smiling.In the clear sky outside the window, the stars are shining brightly, and the dead branches are trembling in the breeze.I stand in awe, at this moment, my heart is up to the emperor! Suddenly recalled two sentences: The wind comes from all sides and lies in the center. This blessing cannot be tolerated too much!Sure enough, the nurse came in with a smile, opened the window, lowered the curtain, moved the bed, and carried out bottle by bottle, turned her head and said to me with a smile: "It's too fragrant, it's not suitable for you, and it's too fragrant in this room at night. It's too cold in there."— I had no choice but to smile and nod, and finally left a bottle of roses on the window sill.In the dark, she seemed to know that she was the only one who comforted me, so she continued to smell the warmth all night—"Flowers are afraid of the cold, so am I not afraid of the cold?" , Then I feel happy again. More sleep during the day, then very awake at night.When I was not even allowed to read books, I realized the benefits of being able to recite poems. Several times I heard the sound of cars passing by, and I recalled: Thunder car is a dream.Friends sent me a book, and there was a paragraph in it that said in a trance: "The most unforgettable thing in the world is the beauty of nature. If anyone can add some beauty to the world, that person is the proud son of heaven." Really, the most memorable thing is the beauty of nature!At dusk today, the Weibing Lake outside the window shone like a sea of ​​silver, how cold was the mood?How far away are the dead branches in the autumn wind standing on the shore of the lake?How magical is Qiuyun?The square is cloudy and sunny, how erratic is my mood when I am sick? The deep darkness is still full of flower fragrance, and I recall: He was born to protect the jade spirit! Father!I shouldn't have written these two sentences, or it will make you feel unnecessarily sad.But if I want it to be true, I suddenly recalled it like this. I have never been so isolated, even my friends are cut off, but how interesting is it to read letters? An American friend wrote: "I came back from the village and went to your house, but it was empty. I almost cried! I am also sad to see your photo standing on the table.Tell me, is there anything I can do for you, I'm more than happy to take your orders! " Yet another reads: "Thanksgiving is coming, let's get healthy! Everyone misses you, and you are always in our hearts!" But a Japanese friend wrote: "Life is uncertain, people sometimes feel very close, but in reality they are very far away. You are separated from me, but I feel that you are always near me! " Chinese friend said: "How are you today, do you want to read any Chinese books?" There are only a few numbers, but the national character can be seen-a night spent in messy thoughts. In the early morning, the sound of carriages sweeping away the oak leaves breaks through the tranquility of dawn.I recalled: Getting off the horse is like a rainbow. The following naturally leads to: I hang my wings to bear the sky now, but I will not be ashamed to be a snake and a dragon in the future! At this time the sky will be bright. Today is Thanksgiving, the branches outside the window are covered with severe frost, the morning light is faint, and the lake waves are also condensed but not flowing, making it the weather of early winter. ——Today there is no pedestrian traffic on the pasture, and everyone has gone home for the holidays.American Thanksgiving, like our Mid-Autumn Festival, is a day for family gatherings. Father!I dare not say that it is "every festive season misses relatives", because Thanksgiving is in my heart, and there is no deep concept. However, in the mood of illness, today is very melancholy.The shadow of flowers is on the wall, and the fragrance of flowers is on the clothes.In the morning mist, I silently looked out the window, everything was speechless, and I couldn't help crying. ——This is the third time. Fortunately, I have never liked the excitement.During the festive season, I want to go to a quiet place.It is also a blessing to avoid this small building on this day this year.Yesterday I accidentally recalled Xin Youan's "Sapphire Case": Looking back suddenly, the man was in a dimly lit place. I jotted it down in a book and attached a few words: "Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and everyone has gone to have fun, but I live in this small building. However, recalling this sentence of self-admiration, don't have arms, I can't help but smile happily." The fragrance of flowers wraps around the tip of the pen, silent all day long.It took me a day to write this letter from time to time.The doctor rejected many friends for me, and I vaguely heard her say on the phone: "She looked at Chinese poems today, very calm and joyful!" I laughed, I read poetry yesterday, but today I covered my stationery with a book.Father!I'm naughty again! The clean white clothes of the nurse suddenly appeared in front of my bed.She sent me another bouquet of flowers—at the same time she found out that I had written a lot, so she smiled and stopped me, but I couldn't do anything to her.She is gone, she is really the cutest woman, when she was wandering around the house, the words "long and tall" came to mind for no reason. When my father read this letter, I was already playing in the snow like a dragon and a tiger, so don't miss me! —Send my love to everyone in the family!I miss each one of them! I really won’t write this time,——does my father remember that one night when I was young, I ran to the flag platform on the mountain to find my father in the dark, and we called each other up and down the mountain in the twinkling of lights.As soon as I remember, my heart is filled with love.Now it is calling across our beloved ocean!Dear father, let's talk again, maybe tomorrow I will write to you again!daughter ying leaning on pillow November 29, 1923 Dear children: I often like to sit next to my mother, hold her sleeves, and beg her to tell me about my childhood. Mother meditated, smiled, and said in a low voice: "It's only been three months, but he is already so sick. Hearing the footsteps of the person carrying the medicine cup, he already knew he was frightened and crying. Many people gathered around the bed, begging eyes, not looking at others, only towards me, it seems that they have recognized your mother from the crowd! " At this time tears have wet the corners of both of us! "Your full moon arrived, wearing the water-red silk clothes given by your aunt, and wearing a big red hat with a blue satin edge, and carried it out to the front of the hall. Seeing your plump and ruddy face made me stand up in the group of sisters and sisters-in-law. Proud. "Only seven months, we are all on the sea boat, I hug you and stand by the side. In the sound of sea waves, you can already call 'mother' and 'sister'." For this matter, father and mother still argue from time to time.My father said that there is no seven-month-old talking child in the world.Mother insisted that yes.In our family history, this matter is still a mystery. "During a deep sleep, I suddenly heard the voice of a beggar woman begging. I thought that my mother had been taken away by them. I sat up in shock from the cold sweat, my face and lips were blue, and I couldn't make a sound. I hurried in from the back room, Precious embrace, after countless explanations and comfort. Since then, even if I fell asleep, I dare not leave your bed easily. " This section, I seem to remember, I was sobbing again when I listened to it and wrote it! "Once you were very ill. There was a mat on the ground, and I hugged you and walked on it. It was summer months, and your father was not at home. The few words you said intermittently were beyond the ability of a three-year-old child." Said. Because of your strange wisdom, I have increased my nameless terror. I telegraphed to your father, saying that I can no longer support my body and soul. Suddenly there is a strong wind and rain. I, who is deeply worried, and you who are seriously ill, You and your tired nurse fell into a deep sleep. The wind and rain took you back from the arms of death." I don't believe in my wisdom, but I believe in my wisdom!With the eyes of wisdom, the mother sees wisdom in everything, not to mention her only beloved daughter? "The hair is short, and it is never quiet for a moment. In the morning, there are two small braids on the left and right, and they can't be combed. There is no way, so my father comes to help: 'Stand up, stand up, and take a picture!' Father took The photo box, pretending to take pictures. The two short and thick braids, it is very easy to braid them like this every day." I wonder that I don't know how to ask my father for the photos I take every day! "Mother Chen's daughter, Sister Bao, is your good friend. When she comes, I will lock you two in the room and take a nap by myself. When I woke up, all the toys, little people and pony, were floating in the water of the washbasin as boats, and the ground was already watery. " Sister Bao is a mysterious friend of mine. I don't remember or know her from beginning to end.However, from my mother's mouth, I loved her deeply. "It's three years old, or almost four years old. Father took you to his warship, everyone hurriedly changed your clothes, and you didn't know when you put a small wooden deer in your little boot. Go on board As long as my father hugged me, I would not take a step. When I put it on the ground, I only limped. Everyone was surprised. They took off their boots and found the little wooden deer. Father and many of his friends laughed. ——Silly Son! Why can't you tell?" My mother laughed, and I smiled ashamedly on her lap. ——In retrospect, her questioning, and my shame, were all groundless.It is really meaningless to talk about the current events of more than ten years ago.But at that time there was delusion and love among us! "You are most afraid of my staring. I still don't know why. Whenever I stare out of the window, or stay for a while, you come to call me, shake me, and say: 'Mom, why are your eyes not moving? 'Sometimes I like you to hug me, so I deliberately stay still. " I don't know why myself.Maybe when my mother is concentrating, most of the time she is sad, and I want to disturb her thoughts, I don't know. —Anyway, it's a mystery! "However, you yourself are also happy. You eat every day, staring blankly at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, the clock and the vase on the table, and eat for several hours like a bowl of rice. Move everything out of the way." I remember this incident, and it is very clear, because my temper of sitting alone and meditating has not changed to this day. When she said these things, I always had a smile on my face and tears in my eyes. After listening, I used her sleeve to seal the corners of my eyes, and quietly fell on her lap.At this time the universe is gone, only my mother and me, and finally I am gone, only my mother; because I am a part of her! What a pleasant surprise, from my mother's mouth, I gradually discovered it and completed myself!She has known me from the beginning, known me, loved me, and she loved me when I didn't know or admit that there was me in the world.Since I was three years old, I have slowly found myself in the universe, loved myself, and known myself; however, what I know about myself is only one percent, one ten millionth, of what my mother thought. kid!When you find someone in the world who knows you, knows you, loves you, and is a thousand times better than yourself, how can you not be grateful, not shed tears, and love her wholeheartedly? she loves you Once, when I was young, I suddenly walked up to my mother, raised my face and asked: "Mom, why do you love me?" Mother put down her needle and thread, pressed her cheek against my forehead, and said softly and without hesitation: "It's not why, just because you are my daughter!" kid!I don't believe there are people in the world who can say this! "·No reason" How resolute and irreversible these four words came out of her mouth!She loves me not because I am "Bing Xin" or all other hypocritical titles and names in the world!Her love is unconditional, the only reason is that I am her daughter.In a word, her love is to remove everything, to wipe everything away, to unravel what I have been masked layer by layer, to make me the element of "I am now", and to love myself directly! If I go behind the scenes, change my twenty years of history and everything, and then walk out in front of her, even if no one in the world knows me, as long as I am still her daughter, she will still use her to be strong and endless love to surround me.She loves my body, she loves my soul, she loves everything about me, past, future, and present! The stars in the sky fell on the sea like a shower, chi chi chi chi.The sea was surging like a mountain, all the buildings were spinning on the ground, and the sky rolled up like a piece of blue paper.The leaves of the tree are flying all over the sky, the birds are returning to their nests, and the animals are hiding in their caves.In the chaos of everything, as long as I can find her and throw myself into her arms...everything in the world will believe in her!Her love for me will not change when everything is destroyed! Her love not only surrounds me, but also generally surrounds all those who love me; and because she loves me, she also loves the children of the world, and she loves the mothers of the world even more.kid!Let me tell you a sentence that children think is very simple, but grown-ups think it is very profound, "The world is built like this!" No two things in the world are exactly the same, and the two strands of hair on your head cannot be the same length.However - please children and I praise together!There is only the love of mothers all over the world, whether it is hidden or manifest, whether it comes out or not, no matter you measure it with a bucket, a ruler, or guess it with the measurement of the heart; my mother is to me, your mother is to you, she His and his mother's love for her and him; their love is as long, long, high, and deep, without any difference.kid!I dare to say, and I dare to believe that throughout the ages, no one has dared to refute my words.When I discovered this sacred secret, I was so happy and moved that I fell to my desk and cried bitterly! My heart surges to the highest level, I know that my sick body is not suitable, and I know that nothing I write is beyond the range of your wisdom. ——Outside the window is the autumn rain that comes and goes slowly, and the fragrance of roses is also silently praising the love of their "Mother Nature"! I am not with my mother now,—but I know that her love never left me, and she herself said so! —— There is no further news about my infancy; however I will write to my mother.I said: "Dear mother, please write down and send me things about me that I don't know at any time. I am just like an archaeologist now, and I want to study my mystery from you who know me well. of myself." Children blessed by God!You are in your mother's arms. --kid!I teach you, after you have read this letter, put down the newspaper, and run quickly to your mother—if she goes out, sit on the threshold and wait quietly for her to come back—whether you are in the house or not. If you find her in the garden or in the courtyard, you go up and grab her, kiss her face from side to side, and say, "Mother! If you have time, please tell me about my childhood! "When she sits down, you sit on her lap and lean against her chest. You can hear her heart beating gently. If you look up, there will be countless things about you that you don't know. The wonderful story from her mouth will be sung joyfully! Then,-kids!I wish you would tell me what she said to you. I am sick now, without my mother sitting beside me, the children must miss me, but I have endless thanks!When the Creator handed me over to my mother, he actually endowed me with the ability to remember; now, he has spared me seven days and nights from the busy courses to recall my mother's love.I was sick for a long time, because of this recollection, every inch is sweet. Let's talk again, little friends, to my love and your mother!Your friend Bing Xin, on the morning of December 5, 1923, St. Busen's Sanitarium, Wellesley. kid: Another twenty days have passed since I sent you a long letter from St. Busen's Hospital.On the morning of December 13th, I was heartbroken, thinking that I would taste some disappointment and sorrow in life from now on, but unexpectedly there was such a beautiful scene.But if you know, thank you! The children knew that I was unfortunately ill, but I didn't think that this disease required rest, so when the doctor slowly told me, I almost lost my mind.On the nights of the thirteenth and fourteenth, the desolate crescent moon shot over my bed, and the long and thin shadows of frost-laden poplars filled the window. ——I deeply felt the desolation and isolation in the universe.The plan for the past year has all come to naught, and even I don't know where it will end.The autumn wind is blowing, my head hangs on my chest.I actually hated the moon in the western hemisphere. The first time was two nights before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the second time was now. I didn’t know that the bright moon can hurt people so far! After two days of drowsiness, I got up early on the fifteenth day and saw snow everywhere, dancing in the air, and the lake was cloudy, and my mind was absolutely clear. I leaned against the window in awe and was speechless. I was numb and thankless for the comforting and pure farewell feast.In the afternoon, I took a light car, and a few teachers led me, who was disheartened, through the deep forest in the snow, up to The Blue Hills (The Blue Hills) and arrived at the Sharang Sanatorium. Now outside the window is not a lake, but surrounded by mountains, dense pine forests surround this building.It was absolutely quiet, except for the trains passing by several times a day, a thick white smoke passing through the double mountain scenery, and the faint sound of the wheels being heard, there was hardly any sound.I was so weak that I tried my best to live here in despair! Day by day, life feels special.Not counting the half-playing and half-reading period before the age of twelve, this is always the first time to abandon everything and come face to face with "nature".Taking reading, meditating, appreciating the bright moon, and watching the morning glow as daily lessons.Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, everything is still and the moon is in the sky, I look around leisurely and feel empty in my heart.I indulge in cultivating my mind and nature, how can I have half a year of free time, in the days when the sky is sitting on the ground, seek rest for me in the midst of busy schedules, the Creator!Can I thank you Ann? Day and night in the open space, my attention has changed.Is the morning glow the same?Have the stars in the night shifted their places? It all became my concern.Not far to the left of the moon, there is a very bright star that attracts my attention most every night.From then on to the right, there is a string of three stars shining brightly, presumably it is either "Morning Glory" or "Weaver Girl".In addition, the autumn stars are slim and tall, and they are all listed in front of my pillow. Even when I closed my eyes and slept peacefully, they still clearly illuminated me from above, standing silently around, until dawn, handing me over to the morning glow, and then quietly disappearing into the sky and cloud shadows. Speaking of Zhaoxia, I have to stop writing, and I can only have wordless praise.All I can say is that the morning glow changes color, which is the exact opposite of the sunset glow.The color of sunset glow is from light to thick, from golden red to green purple.The color of the morning glow is from thick to deep, from cyan to deep red, and then a round of morning sun rises from the pines, and everything on the earth wakes up from a dream. Even in cloudy weather, lying down at night and listening to the night rain on the eaves, is also a peace of mind.When listening to the rain for the first two nights, what did I recall "... The first is the ugly night rain!Tired travel in the end of the world, at this time, I have a good heart..." "The empty steps are still in the middle of the night... It's like the night in the Chu River, the lights are messy, and the young people are on the road..." "...It's a pity that the years are passing, the wind and rain are sad, the tree is like this... "... The drizzle dreams back to Jisaiyuan, the small building blows through the Yusheng Han..." and other sentences, I feel very melancholy in my heart, and I am better now. Children! I kept waving my pen and wrote these words by accident. You may not have read it, and you may not understand it, but you don’t have to study it. These words are all human, and when you grow up, you will write them yourself. It is useless to read them specially. Although the mountains don't remember the sun and the moon very much, the concept of Christmas fills the hearts of the twenty-two girls in the same courtyard.On the 24th night, on a pine tree in the middle of the snow in front of the building, some lanterns were made. There was a big star on the top of the tree, and many small ones hung under the tree.That night I was lying on the porch as usual, and it was only about twelve o'clock, when suddenly the gentle sound of Christmas carols lured me out of my deep sleep.Open your eyes and see that there is a moon in the sky, snow on the ground, a big light star in the middle, and a person who is waking up.All this completes a thoroughly crystal clear world!Thinking of 1923 years ago, a pure baby was born tonight, like his perfect love, like his perfect sacrifice, this completely bright and soft night was originally only for him.I listened intently, and recalled the two verses in the old work "Tianying": Concentrate on the sky-this clear singing voice and precious imperial edict urged him to think, only tears filled his eyes and blood filled his chest.To the cross, to the crown of thorns, Have you ever settled down in your life?The sky is full of stars, the night is dark, At the beginning, I will bear the burden of guilt! At this time, my heart is as calm as ice, my mind is as clear as water, and I am silent and solemn, until the singing fades away, only the faint sound of children running and laughing and congratulating at the foot of the mountain, I gradually fell into a dream again.I dreamed that Bingzhong was holding a ukulele on his shoulders, standing in front of me sadly and happily, playing the most familiar tune "How can I leave you?" The voice was as thin as silk, as if I couldn't bear to complain, I woke up sadly. The sky is heavy, it's Christmas Day! When the morning sun came out, the snow on the pines in the surrounding mountains all reflected the color of pink clouds.His whole body seemed to be surrounded by red clouds, and he doubted that he had already passed away.As I was concentrating, the nurse came out and slowly pushed my bed from the porch into the room, and said "Happy Christmas" with a smile. on the bed.Packs of colorful toys and books were opened one by one, and they were opened for half an hour.I was so happy, my childlike innocence returned for a moment, and I suddenly wanted to run to my mother's bed, shake her awake, and ask her to have a look.I suddenly feel that I am thousands of miles away! ... I just picked up a book randomly in boredom, and read it upside down and absent-mindedly. There has never been a fire in this building, and it is as deserted as the Arctic Ocean.It's rare that the steam pipes have been opened for a day today. Maybe people feel more comfortable sitting in the house.Fruit snacks, toys, and books are all piled up on the table, but my younger brothers and children can't have fun with me.The room is silent, the window is slightly cloudy, and the mountains are covered with snow.Thinking that if I am not sick this time, I am in New York or Washington, amidst the bustle of the world, I may not be able to enjoy such a happy life, and I turn from frustration to joy. There is also a celebration party in the courtyard at night, on the third floor.The children from the open-air school over there also came, about twenty of them. ——Those children were treated here, and the school was opened for them.I haven't gone downstairs yet, so I don't know much about them.I think that in a few more days, when I travel to the mountains, I will definitely go to see them wandering in class, and then tell you some news about the sick and happy children in the western hemisphere——In the hall, there is an extremely brilliantly decorated Christmas tree, with With many gifts tied. The doctor took them down one by one, each person's name was marked on it, and a funny poem was attached, which was a sentence to make fun of each other. The gift was also a very small but very interesting thing.I got a pencil in a multicolored paint tube with a rubber cap on the end, and the poem was: One day I broke the hospital rules and the ink stained the sheets. Here is a pencil and eraser for you, use them well, lovely child! Doctors and patients filled the hall.People from eight countries, old and young, sang tunes in the same tune, and the lights were brightly lit, and the singing was loud and clear, and they had a complete Christmas. During the twenty-six nights, everyone felt tired, and everyone went to rest early in silence.The light star on the snowy ground is still clearly far away.I turned off the lights in the house, and stood by the window, and the light entered the house like moonlight.Recalling the scenes of those children last night, receiving the presents and saving them for three episodes, concentrating on opening the packages layer by layer, they were in a trance.There was a knock on the door, and a Greek girl came in. She smiled from the darkness, "What a poet! I didn't see the light, so I thought you were not in the room!" I smiled quietly, and felt that I was in the quiet of the mountains. among. Since then, I have felt nostalgia again-forgive me for not writing.The date of this letter is the New Year of the motherland. I wish you happiness and peace!Bing Xin On December 26, 1923, Sha Rang Sanatorium. kid: Xue Guang, who was all over the corridor, read the letter from his mother, and still couldn't bear to shed a few tears. ——The layers of pine branches on the surrounding mountains, carrying the thick white velvet snow, drooped heavily.From time to time, one or two pieces of snow the size of a palm fell silently on the snow.Komatsu!Your creation is over watered!Where will I give my overly loved heart away! Little friends, it's strange that I told you many things, but I never introduced my mother to you. ——She is such a mother: every word of her words moves the hearts of the children, and every stroke of her words makes the children cry! Every time I get a letter from her, I don't expect to have any feelings, and often in the middle of reading, at least one or two sentences make me cry.Such a deep, sincere, epoch-making love!May all the knowledgeable people in the world come to praise! The following is an excerpt from the mother's letter, children, try to think that she is your own mother, and you are far away from her. When you read it, how do you feel? The more letters you write, the more comfort I will have!October 18th is to think of you...October 27th, love, your mother's heart and soul, always around you, protecting you and hugging you, so that you can pass day by day in peace.November 9th, as if you were in the house, as if you were having dinner in the future, I wanted to call you, and I was very sad when I remembered that you were not at home!I read your letter and photo of November 22 almost several times a day, and read them several times.When you sleep in the middle of the night, the dream soul will naturally fly by your side. If you want to be a mother, who doesn't miss her child? ...November 26th After several times of grief, I suddenly made a sad wish, wishing that there would be no me in the world from the beginning to the end, and my mother's thoughts would be reduced forever.Then she thought that even without me, she could have other girls as her daughters, but she was still concerned about it, it would be better if there were no mothers in the world from beginning to end. ——However, what about the millions of mothers in the world throughout the ages?And my mother has told me thoroughly: "A mother, who doesn't miss her child!" For this reason, I realized it thoroughly, and I firmly affirmed that the world we live in is bliss. "Mother's love" turns around thousands of times, imagining all kinds of mutual assistance and sympathy between people, people and all things in the world.This raging love makes this sluggish world move towards the light step by step!Thank God!After parting, I thought about it repeatedly, and my heart fluctuated several times. Between my contact with my mother, her mother, and his mother, I deeply confirmed my beliefs over the years, and it was by no means unconscious! Really, kid!Before parting, I never understood that mother's love is so touching, it makes people concentrate on one thought, and the soul rushes to it... I don't need to say much, the children know better than I do, I only wish that this heart and one thought will live forever, and I will spend my time in this world praising and praising this sacred and boundless love!圣保罗在他的书信里说过一句石破天惊的话，是：“我为这福音的奥秘，做了带锁链的使者。”一个使者，却是带着奥妙的爱的锁链的！小朋友，请你们监察我，催我自强不息的来奔赴这理想的最高的人格！ 这封信不是专为介绍我母亲的自身，我要提醒的是“母亲”这两个字。谁无父母，谁非人子？母亲的爱，都是一般；而你们天真中的经验，却千百倍的清晰浓挚于我！母亲的爱，竟不能使我在人前有丝毫的得意和骄傲，因为普天下没有一个没有母亲的孩子。小朋友，谁道上天生人有厚薄？无贫富，无贵贱，造物者都预备一个母亲来爱他。又试问鸿镑初辟时，又哪里有贫富贵贱，这些人造的制度阶级？遂令当时人类在母亲的爱光之下，个个自由，个个平等！ 你们有这个经验么？我往往有爱世上其他物事胜过母亲的时候。为着兄弟朋友，为着花鸟虫鱼，甚至于为着一本书一件衣服，和母亲违拗争执。当时只弄娇痴，就是母亲，也未曾介意。如今病榻上寸寸回想，使我有无限的惊悔。kid!为着我，你们自此留心，只有母亲是真爱你的。她的劝诫，句句有天大的理由。花鸟虫鱼的爱是暂时的，母亲的爱是永远的！ 时至今日，我偶然觉悟到，因着母亲，使我承认了世间一切其他的爱，又冷淡了世间一切其他的爱。 青山雪霁，意态十分清冷。廊上无人，只不时的从楼下飞到一两声笑语，真是幽静极了。 造物者的意旨，何等的深沉呵！把我从岁暮的尘嚣之中，提将出来，叫我在深山万静之中，来辗转思索。 说到我的病，本不是什么大症候，也就无所谓痊愈，现在只要慢慢的休息着。只是逃了几个月的学，其中也有幸有不幸。 这是一九二三年的末一日，小朋友，我祝你们的进步。 冰心一九二三年十二月三十一日，青山沙穰。 读者》。 )