Many years ago, I picked up a name and pinned it on my chest. Today, many years later, I can only remember one day in my heart-5. L2 International Nurses' Day. Outside the window, the twilight is silently infiltrating everything in the world. I took my former self out of the dusty diary, dried it in the light, stopped to miss the past, and then smiled and said to my former self, "Happy holidays!"!

From the day I first put on my nurse's uniform, I believed that I was the most devoted actor. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many worries between the lines. Page after page, I once smiled or sighed in the yellowed paper industry. Seeing the girl who grew up in illness, stroking my long hair with her slender, needle-covered hands; I saw the old man give me a pale smile before he died: I saw that the girl's tears were wet and withered roses ~ those lost time, lost years and withered wishes rolled into rings with the coming of every May, and when I stopped to look back, they passed my heart lightly ... Nursing has reached the deepest part of my dream, and it is impossible to meet them again in this life.

There are really many things in the world, and the reasons are unclear. When I owned it, I didn't know it. After really leaving, I found there was too much fragrance or declined to say goodbye. Memories of the past are all over my mind, and every step I take will leave a leaf. Many times, people can't measure their wishes, just like in the red dust, no one cares who left in a hurry ... Now, I hurried out of those stories, just like standing on the beach at low tide, watching the horizon and everything go away ... It's just that every May, there are always endless words. Although I know I have become an irrelevant person, I still can't control myself. At this moment, I was sitting alone in the silent night, and the shadows of those lives came unexpectedly. But the moment I started writing, I realized the uselessness of language and the powerlessness of words, because it could not describe the fragility of life, the souls of the dead and the feelings of the living. Although a plain word often contains countless palpitations on a cold night. ......

"Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walk on both sides of life, sow flowers at any time, decorate this long journey with flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain and tears, let alone sadness." Every time, it's a word from Bing Xin's old man, which makes me walk out of the emotional trough. I believe that there are always some tough things on the road of life that I walk out with sweat and feet on the ground, and they will stay in a place that will not be destroyed by the world. In this way, in this silent May night, I once again met the dusty years warmly. ......