Who has walked through whose youth and left a smile behind.
Who has stayed in whose flower season and warmed the memories.
Who disappeared from whose rainy season, flooding with tears.
In the single room of the hospice hospital, Wang Shenhai got off the bed and climbed onto the windowsill with difficulty.
By the time he sat down on the windowsill, he was panting and his face was pale.
The setting sun in the sky is the same as usual, shining on everything, without any sadness or joy.
The sun created the solar system. After its birth, it relied on its powerful gravity to capture cosmic meteorites, dust and other materials, and kneaded into eight planets including the Earth and Mars.
It is no exaggeration to say that the sun is the father god of the eight planets.
Without it, the eight planets would not appear and would not be able to condense into shape.
Without it, the eight planets will lose their protection and wander in the universe, with their fate uncertain. The best case scenario is that they will be captured by other celestial bodies and become their satellites.
But in most cases, it will be torn apart by the super-strong gravity of huge celestial bodies.
"Yang Fan, look at this sunset. I remember the year I graduated from college and went back to school to get my diploma. The night before I left, I sat on the windowsill of my dormitory and looked at it. It looked the same as it did back then, without changing at all." Wang Shenhai likes the gentle sunshine and the world under the soft light.
He wanted to share it, but after searching the entire address book, he found only Yang Fan who could share it, so he took a photo of it and sent it to Yang Fan.
After receiving Wang Shenhai's message, Yang Fan replied: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk."
After seeing Yang Fan’s message, Wang Shenhai put down his phone and stopped disturbing him.
Yang Fan still has a lot of work to do and a lot of people to take care of.
And I am a person without a future.
After graduation, he ran around everywhere, but he didn't gain much. It was not until he came to the mountain city that Wang Shenhai felt that his life had some meaning.
But now he missed his parents very much. He opened his address book countless times and wanted to call them, but in the end he held back.
After being out of touch for over a year, how could we give up at this critical moment
Not disturbing them is his final act of filial piety and tenderness towards his parents.
I really want to eat the mixed noodles made by my father again, sleep in the warm bed made by my mother, have a good sleep, and wake up to a new day, a day full of hope.
Although his parents could not give him the best in the world, they tried their best to give him the best within their ability.
Wang Shenhai remembered a story he had seen.
A gentleman stopped his car in front of a flower shop, intending to order a bouquet of flowers from the shop and ask the shop to send it to his mother who was far away in his hometown.
As the gentleman was about to enter the store, he saw a little girl sitting on the road crying. He walked up to the little girl and asked gently, "Child, why are you sitting here crying? Where are your family?"
"I want to buy a rose for my mother, but I don't have enough money." said the little girl sadly.
The gentleman felt very distressed when he heard this.
“Oh, I see…” So, the gentleman took the little girl’s hand and walked into the flower shop. He first ordered a bouquet of flowers for her mother, and then bought a rose for the little girl.
When they walked out of the flower shop, the gentleman was kind again and said to the little girl, "I'll drive you home."
"Are you really going to take me home?" The little girl looked up at the gentleman.
"Of course." The gentleman smiled.
"Then you can take me to my mother's place. But uncle, my mother lives far away from here."
"It's okay." The gentleman waved his hand.
So the gentleman drove in the direction the little girl pointed.
Unexpectedly, after walking out of the main road in the city and following the winding mountain road, he actually came to a cemetery.
The little girl placed the flowers next to a new grave. She had walked a long way to offer a rose to her mother who had passed away a month ago.
The gentleman remained silent. After sending the little girl home, he returned to the flower shop.
He canceled the bouquet of flowers he was going to send to his mother and instead bought a large bouquet of flowers and headed straight to his mother's home, which was a five-hour drive away.
He wants to present the flowers to his mother personally.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone gently on his body. In the misty lake, Wang Shenhai saw himself returning to his hometown, dragging his wounded heart and embarrassed body.
My mother was afraid that the house would be robbed, so she always locked it three times at night.
When Wang Shenhai returned home, it was already late at night and a faint light seeped through the crack in the door.
He knocked on the door gently, but found that it was not locked.
He opened the door.
My mother's thin body curled up on the cold bed, and she fell asleep in a pitiful manner.
"Mom!" Wang Shenhai's voice choked with sobs.
Hearing her son's cry, the mother opened her eyes, with a look of joy on her face. She held her son's hand and said happily: "Hai, you are back, finally back..."
"Well, Mom, I'm sorry it took me so long to come back." Wang Shenhai's eyes were red: "Mom, why didn't you lock the door today? What if someone breaks in?"
My mother replied, "It's not just today. I was afraid that you would come back suddenly at night and not be able to get into the house, so I have never locked the door in the past two years."
For two years, the mother waited for her son to come back, and the furnishings in her son's room remained the same as they were back then.
Dad made Wang Shenhai a bowl of his favorite mixed noodles, and the taste was just as good as it was back then.
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On a vast sea, a huge old ship was sailing, surrounded by more than a dozen large ships of varying ages.
Finally, the old ship stopped.
It doesn't look dilapidated, on the contrary, it looks brand new.
However, it has reached the age of scrapping and its internal structure is seriously aged. If it continues to be used, the lives of the people on board will not be guaranteed.
In recent years, many scrapped fishing boats have been treated in an environmentally friendly manner and sunk into the sea as artificial fish reefs, reducing the waste of resources caused by dismantling fishing boats and selling them as scrap metal.
Artificial reefs can improve the ecological balance of the sea, create a good environment for marine life to live, and provide a place for fish to reproduce, grow and forage, thereby achieving the purpose of protection, proliferation and increasing fish catches.
This year, Donglai City scrapped more than 100 fishing boats. Unlike in the past, only more than 30 were dismantled this year, and the rest were all used to build artificial fish reefs.
We are now trying to reduce the number of scrapped ships that are dismantled and increase the number of scrapped ships that are dumped on reefs to build a "fish and shrimp paradise".
This old ship parked in the sea is not a fishing boat, but a cargo ship.
It has galloped across the Pacific Ocean, ridden the waves of the Atlantic Ocean, and cruised in the Arctic Ocean.
Its life is a legendary life.
But now, it stopped, and the surrounding ships also stayed on the sea.
Suddenly, a whistle sounded, long and far-reaching.
Afterwards, the old ship tilted, and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea amid the neat and tragic whistle sounds all around, marking the end of its legendary life.
Yang Fan, who was about to finish work and get in the car to go back to the hotel, received a call.
"Mr. Yang, I am deeply saddened to inform you that Mr. Wang passed away at 6:23 pm on September 26. In accordance with his wishes, we did not perform any rescue operations."