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Black Valentine's Day

<td class=\The hospital courtyard, the corner of the tree branches, dripping condensation of ice. Wind buried her face in the warm fur collar coat, black leather boots step on the hard concrete floor, issued a loud and persistent echo ... ... dim hallway a beacon of light shining on the door of every ward.
  drops, phone Qing Xiang, the wide screen glowing in the faint light lamp gallery. \Hands trembling, placed on lips, warm breath warmed the cool means ... ... \After pulling to drip. The patient to an afternoon. Three bottles of saline, to finish now. \right? I watch it today? Hey. \on the road, there is ice it? \Wind, still weary. Corridor door, the bang when the wind ringing.
  wind,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], pick up the drip bottle is good, the destruction of the disinfectant into the bucket. Then, into the duty room, to open fire, the flame glowing red like the beautiful, the tender drops of rose. \
  living along a fixed track, moving forward with rigid rhythm. Each city was left to a site, and people may come up, full of lonely painting site signs of coming and going, there are off the warmth and sadness, but also stubborn and lonely road ... ... the way the scene Chouchang speeding However, like most of a wandering life, I do not know where it comes from nowhere to be found where. Wind, know when snow is in the days before the divorce. Occasionally encounter a web of their life's Nie Yuan doomed. Interpretation of thousands of miles away from the romance of the sorrows and joys, ups and downs Symphony. But no matter how life and they joke, they are consistent together. It seems there is nothing in this world can be like them apart. Today is Valentine's Day in 2008, and today is the day the wind shift. Early in the year, scheduling of this has been arranged. And because the road is not good to go, the wind simply put on the night shift and day shift put together. She thought her husband should not be strange. Has been the wind always like to call him her husband. Although they are just lovers. So far has not entered the marriage hall. However, the wind has always believed that this life he is her only rely on. Moreover, her husband called psychological soft wind. But today his message to a biting cold wind feeling. Information There is no comfort, no blessing. Only sarcastic. The wind was torn. The tears rotation. Crystal tears flicker. \Religious ties to force back the tears. The wind is a stubborn woman. At first, her ex-husband beat her with fists, she did not leave a single tear. Only a cold smile. However, he is the wind love the most. A cold wind with the information allows the impulse to cry.
  wind, the last bit of cold rice poured into the front of the sink. Add a briquettes in the stove. Corner pile of briquettes only five out. To rely on them for heating the evening. Outside the wind blowing in from the windows. Let the wind shuddered. \Stood up and took from the duty room of the bed, a thin blanket covering the feet. Turned around to look at the clock on the wall has more than 10 points. \Then, half lying on the chair. Dream, she saw her husband smiled and said to her: \Laugh so happy, so happy, so happy.
  \Rise through the dim light, saw a piece of reality and fantasy in front of the silence, or is the intersection of ... ... \medical station in front of the wind, his hands shaking with the wind on the shoulder. \busy ah. \operating room on the second floor to get straight. Open the door to the operating room, all personnel have been getting busy again. \9 headlong into the biggest names in intravenous needle. Venous access was successfully created. \\Laid the quilt. Time, flow away bit by bit. Upstairs in the operating room lights, surgical forceps and scissors in the operating room in the night, the sound crisp and loud. Rapid footsteps on the ground intertwined. Quietly waiting for the wind. Phone still keep his message heard, a people Xinchan than one, grief. Ward groan from time to time a patient came through the night. Wind stand in the corridor, the wind, her cheeks the tears. Finally started to cry. Crooning cry in the night such a special sadness, gloomy.
  listening to other people's pain and loneliness. Groan.
  sway those rambling, settled nowhere. Crumbling.
  turbulence.
  lasting anxiety.
  many things in this world we can only as a joke to accept in order to soothe the grief.
  like the edge of the paper, it seems harmless, but they can inadvertently sharp stab wounds. With a laid-back demeanor count on.
  all knew, all knew that, on a Sufficiency or Lack, Every flow ups and downs side to peace.
  However, it seems the language of masturbation, the psychological wind at the moment it is a morbid numb.
  We can forget a name, but must not forget that a feeling of a memorable love; we can forget the figure,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but can not forget the one thought; a mark of years of pain, frustration ... ... the past ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], whether it is sweet is bitter, because fortunately is pain, it is God's gift, I will embrace that in mind the corner, handle with care, be careful collection. Perhaps, as time goes by, the nicks will be fuzzy, it will fade, but will never disappear ... ...
  everything is clutch, is the act of God, about fate, not force, unable to stay. The space between, leaving bits of that wealth. Whether away, or left, are precious in my life, passing through. You have given generous help and endless love, it is always cherish ... ... thanks, life's journey, you have walked with me a memorable way, and laughed too, happy to crying, scenes have been branded in film on the life ... ...
  Tonight, my hands clasped together, looking at the sky, as the distance you pray: May all the pain and tears have gone the pace with time, happiness,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], happy to accompany you, life. Husband,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], for I sent you my sincere laughter, cheerful songs ... ... I believe, no matter where I would feel! ! !
  hands together to face the wind the sky dark and silent prayer with the loss. This Valentine's Day in terms of the wind is black. She endured suspicion and misunderstanding lover. Bear the torment and anxiety of mind, under the pressure of work and responsibilities. In the cold winter night busy stayed up all night until dawn.

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