Chapter 7 six

I didn't sleep well that night.Amidst the sweet snoring of my classmates, I just looked up at the stars and the moon outside the window.Thinking of Qiuming's round face and sister Alan's sparkling eyes; I couldn't fall asleep until dawn.However, the headache, fever, my violent groans and the loud ringing of the bell woke up the students. This is the first time in my life that I have tasted the pain of illness.According to the school doctor's diagnosis, it was due to the usual melancholy, coupled with the attack of wind and cold, and the loss of resistance to the health of the body; if the situation changed, it might turn into severe typhoid fever.

The news immediately spread to the whole class, and they all came to condolences to me in their spare time.Qiuming also knew about it, and reported to the female instructor, explained our relationship, and asked her to accompany me to the dormitory to see me. In a semi-comatose state, but my mind is still quite clear, I am afraid that the disease is contagious and I need to be isolated from my classmates.I asked Qiumen to send me a telegram to my home while trying to send me to the hospital. Two or three days later, my condition still hadn't improved, and the school was planning to send me to the provincial hospital.At this moment, Qiumen and her aunt hired a car and came to see me at school.

Qiuming's uncle used to be a doctor who graduated from a medical university and taught at a national medical school in the north, so her aunt also knew the common sense of medicine.She thinks that nursing at home is much more thoughtful than in a hospital, so she took it upon herself to take me to her home to recuperate. In the high fever, I was indeed delirious; as soon as I closed my eyes, I seemed to see Sister Alan standing in front of me, and said to me coquettishly: Have you forgotten me?Brother Jianbai! No!No! So, are you in love with your cousin? Who told you that? snort!Heartless people, I'm going to find Qiuming now, I'm going to kill her!

Sister Alan!Sister Alan!But she ran away without mercy, so I was anxious for Qiumen again, and shouted loudly: Qiumen!Tyumen! When I opened my eyes, it was indeed Qiuming standing in front of me. When I was ill, Qiuming would always be by my side when I came back from school, and she would take care of me in person for all the medicines and teas.Like a child, she quietly went back to her own room until I fell asleep. Sure enough, under her tenderness, my symptoms gradually improved, but my body was still very weak.A month later, Qiuming walked next to me in the backyard vegetable garden. We sat on a soft chair and she told me some light-hearted and interesting stories.

In the long-term contact, I found that Qiuming is really a kind girl; being with her is like bathing in the gentle, bright and quiet moonlight.She has the same hobby as me, she always loves to look at the sky at night and think about it.Sometimes, she opens the window for me to let the moonlight into my room. From the window, I can see the faint distant mountains, the mighty lake, and the dense forests.She likes to use crisp English and whisper the moving moonlight song. There is a flickering flame beyond the lake, The mountain top is covered with a piece of gold, The bush bowed its head majestically,

Gather their shining green heads together. O waves!Are you telling us to get out of the amiable round face of the moon? The tree knows its psychedelic light, Spread their arms joyfully. All the elves began to dance on the waves, The night flower unfurls its petals in harmonious tones, Where the leaves are thick, The nightingale wakes and tells of her dreams, Its tones flowed like clear, brilliant light to the echoes of the mountains yonder. She told me: This song is a moving poem by Novalis, a romantic poet in the nineteenth century.Before he wrote this song, he once said: I am willing to fill the whole world with the song of my love, so that it can move the moon and the rosy morning, and make them all have the same sadness and happiness as me.

So she talked to me about the history of Western literature, some of which I knew, and some of which I hadn't heard of at all. Unexpectedly, Qiumen was much more profound than me in terms of literary attainments.I suddenly remembered the past of donating books during the summer vacation that year. The changes in the past few years are too great. On the sick bed, I think of Sister Alan in my childhood.Under such a starry sky, I don't know what kind of environment and what kind of mood I have! Since that summer vacation, I never went back to my hometown in a fit of anger, and no one talked to me about Miss Alan's situation.But every starry night, I still miss her, as the German novelist Fieok said: It is impossible to forget a person, and for this reason, a rational person often arranges things without purpose .

It is impossible to forget a person!On a clear night after the rain, I fumbled by myself: I walked to the gazebo in the courtyard with a cane, and talked to the bright stars and moon in the sky like a dream.Gradually, I felt that my eyes were blurred, and the little stars were like sister Alan's tearful eyes; the bright and charming moon was like Qiuming's beautiful smiling face.Really, it seemed to be smiling, and it laughed like a string of silver bells. Turning around, it was Qiuming standing behind me. She smiled and said: Whose family is in the pavilion, mourning for Mingyue Tower.

is you?Tyumen!I was surprised and said: Why haven't you slept well yet! She didn't seem to hear my words, and she was reciting an old poem like singing: The breeze blows the tent to be cold, the moonlight shines on the window, complaining about sitting and crying, waiting for me, melancholy and dreamless. Do you also love moonlit nights?cousin! I meant to say something to Mingyue Qiuming, then smiled charmingly, turned around and asked me: How about you? I love stars! Don't you love the moon? Just love it! Isn't liking the same as love? No!I said: For example, if you take a person as a metaphor, you may like him, but you may not love him.Like is sensory and superficial; when you lose something you like, you may feel momentary melancholy.But when you lose the love in your heart, you will suffer for the rest of your life.