Chen Wenqian was hospitalized for 8 years and suffered from lung adenocarcinoma last year! A "Major Disease Card" made her realize the final outcome of her life

Editor's note: After suffering from lung adenocarcinoma, she realized that life was as light as clouds. The paper of life may have faded, but not pure white, leaving behind broken ink marks; the paper has long been uneven, but leaves behind fold marks. Our whole life is a progressive approach that we can't go back to. If we think about love carefully, we don't have to be afraid of withering. Regarding love, about life, about you, about me, Chen Wenqian's most affectionate book in her life. She said that one day, looking back at the past, she could finally dissipate lightly and slowly as if she had seen the clouds fly.

When I was willing to leave, my heart was like a starry sky, and I was a friend of my life. Death is a familiar passerby. I have passed it with it too many times. I don't expect to have a "ten year" month. My sightseeing is the last sighting of my life journey. What I think is not how to show my gift, it has nothing to do with me.

I understand that my years have been adding to my illness, and I have slipped away from the ghost door again and again in the past. But one day, I will be caught by it, and I will not be so lucky all the time.

The endings of all fairy tales are made of linguistic language. Some are cool, some are fascinating. Since 2013, I have been hospitalized every year and have been wielding a big knife every year, and my health has become slower and slower. My remaining life is like two finale in fairy tales. A person who knows that he is old, cultivates his soul and waits for death calmly.

Another degree: I have a long way to go from intubation, blood loss, urine bag, coma. Yes, I am old, and seriously ill, but I can still grasp a certain youthful mind and rebelliously move into life.

At least before the last night, I will live like a colorful butterfly, never crying and falling on the dewy stage.

I am not a stone block, so why bother with the time.

Xiao Lao, have you read the short essay "Youth" (Youth) written more than 70 years ago by the German-American writer Samuel Ullman?

Its first publication immediately caused an uproar. Readers copied it down to collect it as the right-hand man. McArthur, who shouted "The Veterans Immortal", kept the mirror of the "Youth" film on the desk during the Pacific War. One of them:

Youth is not a time in the journey of life, nor is it a pink lips and body strength. It is a state of mind, a thought in the head, a creative potential of rational thinking, a vigorous and vigorous atmosphere of emotions, and a wind in the deep spring scenery of life.

Youth means being willing to give up and relax in life, and it means being more conscious and elegant than shame and cowardice. So a man in his sixties may have this kind of understanding and temperament than a young man in his twenty years old. No one ages only because of the passage of time.

The elderly only appear with the destruction of their ideals. Agemonth can leave a trace on the skin, but it cannot carve a trace on the soul. Being worried, fearful, and lack of self-confidence make people fall into the fog of time.

Whether you are sixty or sixteen, everyone can be attracted by the future, and can run with the joy of life without any desire as a child.

I like this passage because it reveals the sufficient conditions for forming the word "old". It is not the superficial age, it is the courage to pursue bravely and kick out fear. It is to return to childlike truth and walk with time with cognitive cognition.

Since I have seen the last few rose petals of the wave of life, I want to tell the passing years: Go! Go constantly! Sorry, I will ignore you again. The past is just memory. It’s not a slaughter, not a scar, not aging!

I have a flower of youth in my heart, who should not want to pick it off! I won't deny that the old month is covered with dust, but my soul still has flames! I won't be without the traces of my age, but my heart still has waiting!

When I am sick and old, all the gathering, dispersion and separation in the world will be a little hurt. It carries a little bit of joy, a tenderness, and an anxious feeling that I couldn't understand when I was young. Is that the case? Will I go to death with these regrets, cold, and bored?

My dear little girl, after a year of serious illness, I had some "severe injury certificate card" and I was even more reluctant to be overwhelmed by the pain and I was impressed by my age.

I tell myself to love, as if I don’t love tomorrow. Go and confess, and lose the martial arts dignity that has been trained. Go and confess. Because I may never have the chance to do this again next year, my next year. Of course it may be in no way, but who will be in the end?

Because the real end of life is death, a farewell.

Before saying goodbye, in the tragic world, it is ultimately a happy thing to find someone or find a few close friends to rely on each other. Xiao Lao, this is your passage: Dreams are very far away, and looking up at dreams is also happiness.

I looked up at the stars, and there were dead planets. They were greeted by a thousand years ago, and they were still in a flash. There is also the bright moon that just rose tonight, tenderly favoring the earth, and we who are not counted above the earth. As long as you raise your head and look up, Yue Niang will always be with you. Even if the black Uu's cloud covers her, we know she will always be there. Li Bai's poem is that people climb the bright moon and are incomparable to people.

When I was sick and old, I believed in youth more than I was forty or fifty years old. Leave the sorrow and sorrow to the middle-aged man who doesn't know how he has passed away in his life.

When I am sick and old, I want to keep a place in my heart and stay there alone so that I can love there. Even if I don’t know what I love, who I love, and how to love, and how long I love. But I want to learn Marguerite Duras and sing I Am Every Woman, I am the combination of every woman of different ages. There is always a place to wait in my heart, whether others know it or not, whether they are merciless or not. At least I am not a woman who has become a zombie and walks straight towards death before I die.

I still have to wait for love, not for who love. Because what I'm waiting for is it: love, not a specific person. I will not be able to live in the last years, my life has faded, and life will soon abandon me. I don’t need to add more firewood myself to speed up its burning and death.

Before I become ashes, I will embrace everything, like embracing the stars. When I was willing to leave, the past is like the starry sky, and my heart is like the starry sky. The light I saw in the end was not a darkness, but a flashing star.

Book Introduction

Book Name: Finally, I still love

Author: Chen Wenqian

Publisher: Youlu Culture

Date of publication: 2020/06/05

Author Introduction/Chen Wenqian

I was young and didn't think I was old. He once came to power and refused to give up his power. I have been writing arts and arts, but I don’t want to be hiding.

Her books include world finance, international politics, sketches and essays, women's and love, life insights and philosophical thoughts.

Life is transcendental, TV host, broadcast host, writer, art curator. He has taught "International Politics of Little People" in the Department of Finance at Taiwan University, served as a lecturer at the School of Literature of the University of Political Science, taught "Yanshi Aesthetics" at the Donghai Institute of Arts, and has been a lecturer at Asia University.

Li Ao once laughed at her and did everything except for not singing. She replied to Li Ao: At least he has served as the Taiwan general manager of EMI record company, and he also hosted a document "Wen Qian's Music Story".

Ask Wen Qian why she turned so many lives, her answer: I only have one life. Ask her why she lives differently from many women? She said: A woman’s responsibility is to please herself. As a public figure, she only dresses herself, not dresses for others.

Wen Qian's right-hand man: In the midst of the world, you must be a beautiful woman when you grow old.