In the sunny morning, I was lying on the hospital bed. The awareness of the blurred multi-day awareness suddenly woke up, the first thought was: This is the final struggle of this life. Surrounded by people, look at the look at me to watch this unable reversible. I seem to hear someone to say "I woke up" and I can't hear anything. Via the people's shoulders I saw the hanging infusion bottle from the eye in the eye, and the liquid in the bottle illumes a bright crystalline spot in the sun. I seem to remember that the nurse wearing this white hat with a white hat to play a hanging needle. On the winter sun, I felt gentle burning. I know this is the final feeling of life. I want to say to the people around, the sun is tomorrow, next year, after 10,000 years, it is still so bright, can you walk in this sun, how is it? What is the lucky fate of the destiny, the lips dozen I can't say it. Some people wanted to hear my last words, but blocked the sun, cast a shadow in front of my eyes. A silk is slowly spread slowly in my body, I understand that this is the last approach. Just I suddenly think that the most important event in the world is originally the quiet movement of life. It is gradually opened to make me clearly realize the beauty of life movement. I know that I have lost my time, it is quickly going to me. Too many life regrets have to bring it to the world that does not exist, and it does not exist for anhenate person who does not even heaven. At the last moment of this life, I don't think of the day I entered the primary school for decades ago. My mother took off my open trousers to replace the new pants and said, "I don't wear open pants in my life." She I remembered the idometry at the time, this memory is accompanying me in my life, and it is like this. How many years have been thinking in my heart, the day of the end of life, there is something that I don't dare to speak. This day, but I feel that there is nothing to talk. In this moment, the years have returned, and how many things are in the heart but float, all the anxiety, pain, hope, disappointment, fighting, that all the meaning is very vague. Tomorrow, maybe today, I will turn into a chimney to slowly drifting, and there is no difference in the cars that I have seen in this life. Or is buried in the dark deep depth of the silent tomb, just like I have seen the countless tomb that I have seen in the distant end. In this way, I thought that the last sunshine cast from seams, the coolness of the limbs gathered evenly with a slight smile, which is the most clearly realized the heart in their lives. Blood is accelerating cooling ... then, the heart is bombard, the head is one, the corner of the mouth, the last smile.
This is a paragraph of the illegal "once in the end of the world", this is also a paragraph that I am thinking about life and life. Life, a lifetime is just like this, this day is finally arrived, we need to be kind to us in the process of this day, be kind to the people around us, treat everything we encountered, let this life end The process is more meaningful!
