Zhang Dwaj
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See the beauty of life in the face of adversity, and don't forget to keep fighting in the face of hope
"She wouldn't." Mom said hard, "Why would she tell such a lie? You mean to tell me that she taught a child to pretend to be sick and deceive people? Is it possible to fake a fever and a rash? Even if you hate me, you don't have to spoil people like this. ...... What's the point of this? What's the point?" Her voice began to lax, as if the core was suddenly removed, into a foggy thing, lightly began to diffuse.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
Keep learning, and you know everything. The more you know, the more power you have
Then I woke up, the summer light rubbing roughly against my eyelashes. A thought flashed through my mind, not just clarity or chaos: "Where did I put my red scarf? If I forget to put it on again, I'll lose points for the class. Mom, where did you put it?" Then I laughed at myself. I think I must have had this dream because I've been a little nervous lately. It's my last summer in college, and I'm going to my internship starting next week - I'm a little scared. In fact, my teacher originally recommended that I go to a company in Shanghai for an internship, but I eventually gave way to someone else and chose the firm in Longcheng. Because if Su Yuanzhi is going home for the holidays, what's the point of me going to Shanghai alone? I would have been a very simple thing, but after my mother knew, I was scolded for two weeks - I was afraid to see her.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
Wise people create opportunities
A few days after her sister's birthday, Zhaoxiao moved out, saying she would stay with relatives. Right now, according to the state of her family, there is no telling when she will be able to return to Yongxuan again anyway. What's more, I don't know when I will see her father again. Her relatives say that she has to think long and hard about everything with them, and they don't know how long it will take. I don't really want Zhaoxiao to move away now, Zhaoxiao left, what will brother find to attract his attention? --First to the disaster area in Sichuan, then Zhaoxiao, what if he keeps feeling empty in his heart, can't he suddenly want to climb Mount Everest one day? --If that's the case, it's good, as long as he'll come back and not leave us forever.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
We are all destined to be alone
He's the bad guy, right? At least kind of an enemy. Anyway, now that I'm holding Zhaozhao's hand, such a cold, and helpless hand. I had no choice but to push him across the room and forget about it as if he was a hungry bad guy-otherwise, what is this in front of me, anyway? He had a wide forehead, this stranger. It forced all five senses to pile up together. The eyes are quite large, which makes it even more difficult to know where to focus your eyes when you look at him - probably because I'm afraid to look him in the eye. What kind of expression should I use to look at him? Especially, I am not unaware that he might be brewing an attack; and because I am not unaware that he has so much pain in his heart.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
A good life should be full of expectations
"Pretty good." I was a little embarrassed - how could I ever be bothered to contact him since we both conspired to steal something? His existence is a reminder that I'm a useless guy and I can't say no to people, especially when this person is asking me for something in a very serious way and moving out to tell me that it's the right thing to do - I just, I can't say "no" in any way. "No, I'm frankly good, I am afraid to say "no". Ah ah forget it, I do not want to think about this matter, I allow myself not to face it for a while, can always be?
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
Life is painful, but it is the thoughts and philosophies that make it rise
--The first time I saw a man on the bus today, he kept looking at me, looking at me several times, and then I didn't dare to stay on that bus. When the car arrived at Longcheng Square, I followed the crowd and ran down, he chased after me and shouted at me, he said, "You dropped your phone." Then he gave it to me, got back in the car, and left.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
Cold people, thank you for once belittling me to make me more wonderful life
The patient in bed 16 was fourteen years old, female, diagnosed with AML-M3, a form of acute myeloid leukemia. The girl was very thin, maybe she was once not so thin, not a pretty girl, but had deep eyes. She said softly, even timidly, "I hurt all over. It's like ...... it's the inside of my flesh that hurts like something has rolled over it." Her mother, with an even more timid expression on the sidelines, seemed to be about to say something humiliating: "She was in so much pain last night she couldn't sleep ......" He didn't watch the faces of the mother and daughter, turned faintly behind him and asked one of the trainee doctors:" The treatment plan given to her is arsenious acid combined with retinoic acid for 45 days, after 45 days primitive cells 50%, perform standard TA protocol chemotherapy. The second day of chemotherapy started with Reba, tell me, why does she have bone pain?" The intern bit her lower lip, turned over the medical records in her hand, and said bottom, "Because ...... since the primitive cells are still 50% after treatment, the Rui Bai will stimulate, the growth of white blood cells, so it increases the pressure in the bone marrow, causing - -pain." He nodded, "Good." Then he looked at the girl's mother: "So it doesn't matter, it's not an aggravation, it's a drug reaction. This medicine we don't need today, it won't hurt anymore." "Okay, okay," the mother nodded vigorously, "Doctor, can we use a better medicine? We are willing to use more expensive ones as long as she doesn't hurt anymore ......" He interrupted her without a second thought, "It's not a question of whether it's expensive or not." He always felt as if he would never learn to face their such and such longings calmly - so ignorant, and so eager.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
The biggest failure in life is to know too much will do too little
There were always patients who happened to die in his moment of inner clarity. The resuscitation began at 3:00 a.m., and it was not yet 5:00 a.m. when death was announced to the family. The mask was removed and dawn was approaching. He walked slowly from the ICU to the office, feeling like he was stepping on top of a lake, apologizing to the sparkling ripples as he went: Excuse me. Some deaths were like the random bicycles parked downstairs that he passed by only to feel bored - if it weren't for the absurdity of life, he wouldn't have wanted to play the role of the bicycle storage warden in charge of the fees; but some deaths made him tender.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
Life can be wandering, can be lonely, but the soul must have something to return to
Since I was a child, I have always felt that New Year's Eve is the most like New Year's Eve only when I am waiting for it. My heart was filled with anticipation, joy, excitement, and imagination, thinking that on the right day, all these expectations, joy, excitement, and imagination would be doubled. But as soon as I opened my eyes early on the first day of the year, I found that they had all disappeared in my sleep on New Year's Eve. I was not happy, I was very unhappy. I was an obsessive child at the time, so I turned my pillow up hard every time, clutching the red envelopes, and watched them moor quietly not far away while telling myself that all those joys would fall from the sky when I opened them. But there was a layer of glass that couldn't splash hard at me from head to toe.
By Zhang Dwaj3 years ago in Fiction
