(20 17 July 15)
The true face of the initial heart is the plain white when landing. As time goes by, more and more things are bound by the world. Sometimes, I know the result clearly, but I can't control myself.
Yesterday, in order to welcome the families of doctors who aid Tibet to visit relatives in Tibet, we invited some friends to get together in the dormitory. In the hearty time, the Tibetan aid doctors Xin and Mei talked about the end of their aid to Tibet, with a lot of disappointment and anxiety before returning to Beijing. The dinner was full of excitement, and even Lacrimosa could not forget it for a long time.
It is not difficult to understand the sincere feelings of doctors who aid Tibet.
Life is a cloud, just a moment, I don't know it will float away sooner or later. Instead of feeling depressed in the future, it is better to come to Tibet to turn over a new leaf and see the sky blue.
Dr. Mei has a happy family in Beijing. Her lover is an intensive care unit doctor in the same hospital and a beautiful and lovely nine-year-old daughter. After Mei aided Tibet, the structure of this family of three suddenly changed. It is impossible for a lover to send his daughter to and from school every day in the intensive care unit, as well as a series of family chores such as cooking counseling. As a last resort, I quit my job in a public hospital and went to a private hospital where I didn't have to work night shift and worked regularly. Mei certainly knows that her husband resigned to support her peace of mind and help Tibet.
Years of vicissitudes. When one day, sitting quietly and recalling the past, there will naturally be a faint quiet indifference. Looking back at the depths of the past and looking at the snow-capped mountains and/or the Yarlung Zangbo River on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, we will inevitably touch the poetic meaning of the years and safely store the most beautiful life.
At present, in the summer in Tibet, I am very comfortable and let the gentle breeze in Lhasa gently touch my forehead and heart. With this warmth, you can't help being attached to the past year.
Xin is a beautiful doctor with great feelings. When she first entered the dormitory of the aided hospital a year ago, she was frightened by the flies in the room and dragged her suitcase to the airport. Now, she has been inseparable from butter tea and air-dried beef, and has become a standard Tibetan Ajia. Xin is afraid of thunder. God is just playing tricks on people. Originally, there were few thunderstorms in Lhasa, but there were always thunderstorms these days. Whenever Qin Xin talks about this matter, there is always a little bit of happiness. She said that whenever it thunders, several Tibetan students magically appear in her dormitory and sing and tell stories with the teacher.
God promises to give mankind a strong, soft and faintly hidden pious soul, which comes from afar and takes root in the tossing and turning cycle. They are pure and dependent, waiting for flowers to bloom.
The wind has passed, with a deep feeling of vicissitudes of life, quietly sitting in the depths of time, touching the fullness of the years.
Xin has always been moved by the simple hearts of Tibetan compatriots. Although the term of office of the Tibetan aid doctor is only one year, she cherishes the rare 365 days, visits poor families during working hours, subsidizes poor students, and helps and guides students in aided hospitals day and night, thus cultivating a very deep friendship between teachers and students. A relative in a student pastoral area was injured in the abdomen by an eaten cow. The family was sent to the hospital overnight, and it was already late at night. The students were afraid of affecting the teacher's rest because they knew that he had not slept well when he first came to the plateau. But Xin was awakened by the light of the student's mobile phone standing outside the house. Facing the four old people who came from afar, they presented Hada and knocked their heads off, and Xin cried for a long time. Now talking about this matter, Xin is still in tears. She said that people in Xizang needs her so much that they need doctors who can relieve their illness in time. ...
Xu Cang gave birth to a pure long-cherished wish, holding a lotus-like Zen, keeping a light touch and dancing peacefully to make the fallen flowers cool.
Xin has a daughter who sings Beijing opera very well. Whenever she talks about her daughter, she is particularly proud. Xin habitually calls her daughter "Little Tsinghua" in order to remind herself from time to time not to relax the education of her children. She hopes her daughter can come to Tibet in the future. Speaking of running away from home, unable to take care of and coach her daughter, she will suddenly become unusually quiet, or rather a feeling of disconsolate. Although she said that her daughter would be better off without her mother, she could still see a lot of anxiety in her eyes.
Looking back on the days along the way, the two doctors will tell many stories about diagnosis and treatment, but when it comes to family members, they will be silent for a long time. After a long year of wind and rain, they have no family to accompany them, so they have to go back to their dormitory alone after work.
If there is any belief that can make people walk out of a quiet life from a lonely life, it is a kind of indifferent effort and incomparable inner strength.
In a few days, Xin and Mei will leave Tibet with a group of comrades who provide technical assistance to Tibet. Perhaps this is a temporary parting, or it may be a permanent separation in the future.
Flowers are destined to fall and go. It is better to let them faint in the past, wrapped in the fragrance of fallen flowers, hide the fragrance in your heart and make life full of fragrance.
Helping friendship is a feeling of adversity, which can be compared with carrying a gun to the countryside. Tibetan aid cadres cherish the feelings between friends who help Tibet. As long as it is in the WeChat group, no matter which group of aid friends or their families have illness consultation, the aid doctors will extend a warm hand. Angels who help Tibet believe that "once you help Tibet, you will help Tibet all your life."
Love is deep and prosperous, one flower and one world, one person's life; If the feelings are shallow, Lu' an will be ruined. If you pass by, you will be a stranger. Perhaps the faster time passes, the duller the heart will be, and those persistent struggles will eventually be painted into a calm landscape by the years.
The harder life is, the more unforgettable it is. Always hide your heart in words, and let quiet words calmly tell the story of aiding Tibet. Perhaps this hard beauty is just a kind of indifference, and those romantic memories are still fragrant in these words.
Today's ink painting, with a true understanding of traveling side by side with time, will surely be fragrant in the context of life without regrets.
Quiet time is always silent, but will cherish, will leave a beautiful; Gentle years are always silent, but warmth is wrapped around your fingertips. The eventful years of aiding Tibet will eventually turn fleeting fireworks into a touch of aesthetic eternity where the soul lives.
I would like to bid farewell to the Beijing doctor who has served in Tibet for one year. )