Because of my senior year in high school, this article is temporarily stuck, but I have thought a lot about the plot, and it will be a very grand story... Therefore, the shortcoming is temporary, and I will definitely finish it when I come back!
Get a little sick,
It is indeed a blessing.
But there are two necessary conditions here:
First, the disease is a minor one.
It's not cholera or black death.
Or meningitis or the like;
Second, you must at least have some cash on hand.
You won't have to lie down all day,
Just hungry for one day.
One of these two is missing,
Even ordinary people,
It is not enough to describe the elegance of illness.
I wish everyone in the world would die,
Only myself and a good-looking girl are left,
There is also a pie seller;
May I spit out half a mouthful of blood in the autumn dusk,
Two waiters supported him,
I walked to the front steps to look at the begonias.
It seems strange at first glance,
In fact, he was very well taken care of.
"Spitting out half a mouthful of blood" makes a lot of sense.
The talented man was originally sick.
But if you want "more", you can't be heavy.
If one spit is a bowl or several liters,
How many times can a person vomit blood?
In a few days,
I can't stand it anymore.
——Lu Xun's "Liao Fu and Sick Begonia Poems from afar to Dazai Zhijun"