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Fly Like a Dove
General Fiction像鸽子一样飞
Li Faqiang
Entering from the main gate of the Municipal People's Hospital, you will first see the five-story First Outpatient Department, and then the six-story Second Outpatient Department. Behind the first outpatient department and the second outpatient department are the five-story first inpatient department and the nine-story second inpatient department. Although Yi Hang's mother, Tong Li, works in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the first outpatient department, Yi Hang won't go there. He likes to go to the second inpatient department because that building has an elevator. For Yi Hang, riding in the elevator is a game. Most games require multiple people to participate, but taking an elevator is different. One person can play it. The gameplay of Yi Hang is very simple: take the elevator from the first floor to the ninth floor, then run along the stairs from the ninth floor to the next floor, and repeat. Although there is an elevator in the second inpatient department, Yi Hang found that there were very few people taking the elevator. He thought, maybe they didn't know there was an elevator, maybe they didn't know how to take the elevator, maybe they were not willing to take the elevator at all.
Entering from the main gate of the Municipal People's Hospital, you will first see the five-story First Outpatient Department, and then the six-story Second Outpatient Department. Behind the first outpatient department and the second outpatient department are the five-story first inpatient department and the nine-story second inpatient department. Although Yi Hang's mother, Tong Li, works in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the first outpatient department, Yi Hang won't go there. He likes to go to the second inpatient department because that building has an elevator. For Yi Hang, riding in the elevator is a game. Most games require multiple people to participate, but taking an elevator is different. One person can play it. The gameplay of Yi Hang is very simple: take the elevator from the first floor to the ninth floor, then run along the stairs from the ninth floor to the next floor, and repeat. Although there is an elevator in the second inpatient department, Yi Hang found that there were very few people taking the elevator. He thought, maybe they didn't know there was an elevator, maybe they didn't know how to take the elevator, maybe they were not willing to take the elevator at all.
Painting Dreams
General Fiction画梦录
Li Faqiang
The day my father died was the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the weather in Maidi Village was extremely cold. It has been snowing for several days. It snowed during the day and froze at night. The snow was so frozen that it felt like a trance when you stepped on it. My father was lying in the tomb, his whole body cold. He ended his life in such an unexpected way. I knelt before the grave, caressing his body with my hands. The snow light reflected into the tomb, and I saw my father's face. His eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful, like a child sleeping peacefully. Yes, my father is asleep, he is dreaming. I stood up and shouted "Dad". I wanted to wake him up, but I knew he was dead and my father was dead. My voice slid across the snow, causing the scattered snowflakes on the icy trees to fly away. I looked at my father. There are no tears on my face and no sadness in my heart.
The day my father died was the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the weather in Maidi Village was extremely cold. It has been snowing for several days. It snowed during the day and froze at night. The snow was so frozen that it felt like a trance when you stepped on it. My father was lying in the tomb, his whole body cold. He ended his life in such an unexpected way. I knelt before the grave, caressing his body with my hands. The snow light reflected into the tomb, and I saw my father's face. His eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful, like a child sleeping peacefully. Yes, my father is asleep, he is dreaming. I stood up and shouted "Dad". I wanted to wake him up, but I knew he was dead and my father was dead. My voice slid across the snow, causing the scattered snowflakes on the icy trees to fly away. I looked at my father. There are no tears on my face and no sadness in my heart.