For many days, it has been difficult for me to get rid of my sadness and write this sad text. However, I still can't help but write, the life contained in this sad story is so dazzling! The girl's name is Qingyi. She is beautiful, exquisite and classical, just like a poem and a piece of jade. Although she suffered from lung disease and had her right lung removed from her childhood, 10 for many years, she has been bravely fighting the disease, wrote a lot of poems, won the championship of men's and women's Go competition in Xiaogan City, Hubei Province, and hosted "Warm Tea Room" on the Internet until she was 6544 years old.
On August 2 1 day, Qingyi died in front of the keyboard. Many netizens were saddened by the news and published more than 500 mourning poems online. Later, they held the first "online funeral" in China for Qingyi, and sent Qingyi, an angel, to travel to heaven. On the homepage of the mourning hall, I saw Qingyi's beautiful smile blooming among the roses, as if I heard her say, "Hello, I'm Qingyi".
Send an umbrella to my brother, have a serious illness, and often have his right lung removed. Soothes the soul and relieves pain with classical literature. Lin Daiyu's Qingyi, who often compares herself with Lin Daiyu, once ridiculed herself that she was "filled like a medicine barrel until 12 years old". Indeed, although Qingjiu looked like an angel in her childhood, she was always accompanied by bitter medicine. The cause of her illness stems from the sudden rainstorm.
1982, Qingyi was born in a remote town in Hechuan County, Chongqing. She didn't even have time to recognize her father's face, and his father left her this year. Fate is cruel to her. When Qingyi was 3 years old, it was really hard for her mother to pull her daughter, so she remarried to a local official in Xiaogan, Hubei. The mother and daughter finally ended the turbulent and difficult days. I don't know. It's at this time that the disaster began to speak clearly.
When Qingyi was in primary school, it suddenly rained heavily in Xiaogan, and Bingo Chang, a brother different from Qingyi's father, was prevented from going back to his alma mater to handle affairs. For example, he called home to ask the nanny to send an umbrella, and there was only one person at home. Bingo Chang borrowed an umbrella from the teacher of his alma mater and hurried home. On the way, he met Kiichi who delivered the umbrella. At this point, the cold rain has soaked Qingyi, and his thin body trembled in the cold rain. She looked at Bingo Chang Deng Lu happily: "Brother, I brought you an umbrella." Bingo Chang was heartbroken and almost cried.
The rain made Qingyi sick. Shortly after returning home, Qingyi had a high fever and coughed. Father was very angry and gave Bingo Chang a good beating, which was the worst beating Bingo Chang could remember.
However, the weak Qingyi said to her father with tears in her eyes, "Dad, don't hit my brother, it's not his fault ..." A few days later, Qingyi was seriously ill, and her parents rushed to send her to a big hospital in Beijing for treatment. After examination, Qingyi suffered from severe pneumonia complicated with abscess, and her life was dying. Parents repeatedly begged the doctor to save Qingyi's life. Finally, although the doctor tried his best to save Qingyi's condition, her right lung was necrotic. Qingyi's parents are very sad. They know that when a daughter gets this disease, it will always be accompanied by illness and pain, and her life will end at any time!
From then on, Qingyi took medicine to relieve her pain. In a few years, she ate at least a truckload of Chinese and western medicines. 1994, Qingyi 12 years old, her condition worsened.
Often vomit blood. I went back to Beijing and had a right lobectomy. Qingyi goes to junior high school this year. After the operation, she fully understood her illness. She had several suicidal thoughts, but she couldn't bear to see her hard-working father. The famous saying that death leaves pain for future generations is deeply engraved in Qingyi's mind.
I can't see clearly that my appearance is sick, but I study hard. The grades are always among the best in the class. She said that her good grades were not due to hard work, but to her chronic disease. Because life is too mean to her, she should study harder. She is eager to go to college, but her dying body makes her college dream seem like a lifetime ago. She loves reading, especially classical poetry, a dream of red mansions and Li Qingzhao's ci. She used classical literature to soothe her soul and relieve her illness. No one expected that this teenage girl had such a deep knowledge of classical literature. She has written hundreds of poems over the years. She wrote in "Water Tune Song Tou": Where to find the spring rain and measure the sweet soul. I'm afraid that the red calyx will follow people after the winter willow dance. Don't complain about your infatuation with wine, but you know how much you spend on heroism and how many dreams you have! Light smile is relatively drunk, speechless.
Send the autumn moon, the heart is broken and there is a flute. A little antique, how many branches are surprised in the courtyard? There is no mood in the east, and the heart is still empty for life. I still remember my appearance, only a shadow accompanied by a blue light. This word is written in tears, such as sorrow and resentment, which can be described as a true portrayal of Qingyi's heart. Over the years, the girls in Qingyi have matured and have long relied on poetry to solve their troubles. It is really sad. However, the Internet has opened her closed world.
Host "Warm Tea Room". Seriously ill teenagers bring joy to countless people. No one knew that she often vomited blood and dyed her keyboard red. On July 4th, 1998, my brother Bingo Chang, who runs a computer company in Xiaogan, saw Qingyi was depressed and helped Qingyi surf the Internet. In front of Qingyi, Bingo Chang often feels uneasy, and he can't forgive his rainy days all his life. He's doing everything he can to make up for it.
Qingyi didn't know much about the internet at first, maybe it was a fate. On that day, Qingyi tapped Xiaogan's homepage to connect with Netease, and the "warm tea room" suddenly broke into Qingyi's eyes, which made Qingyi feel very excited. After the guidance of netizens, Qingyi quickly understood some network principles. On July 17, I officially entered the warm tea room. "Hello, tea friends! Pupils are polite. " Pony is new here, a stranger, and often needs the support and guidance of enthusiastic tea friends to let him know about the network and increase his knowledge. He is very grateful. Teahouses are places where people chat. If the environment is suitable and elegant, it will naturally make people feel relaxed and happy. Chatting should be easy. Listening to a good cross talk will taste like fragrant tea. Pony hopes to bring joy to all those who love tea.
The signature of this article is "Kyle". Maybe Qingyi thinks her name is too soft. Maybe she wants to play a joke with tea friends. In short, the name Kyle has made many netizens think that she is a man for a long time. Later, Qingyi published a large number of poems in the warm tea room. Her sincerity and talent soon won the love of many netizens, and more and more people wrote to her day by day. Many people poured out their frustrations and setbacks to Qingyi in their letters, and Qingyi replied one by one, or comforted or encouraged them. Her letter is beautifully written, slightly ridiculous, full of sincerity and optimism. It's very pleasant to let go after reading it. She became a famous host of Warm Tea Room.
About a month later, Qingyi talked about her life experience, illness and gender in a letter to netizens, which surprised them. No one can imagine that the person who brought them joy this month turned out to be a lovely "angel", a terminally ill girl of 16 years old. What a kind girl this is! What is even more shocking is that after Qingyi's death, many netizens realized that Qingyi had vomited blood in front of the keyboard, so that the keyboard was dyed red. Every time she writes to netizens, she is suffering from illness! Mother advised her not to surf the Internet, but she wouldn't listen. She said, "Warm Tea Room" cannot be separated from me ... Qingyi has deep feelings for netizens. While bringing joy to netizens, Qingyi is also bringing joy to herself. Helpful and carefree, build happiness on the happiness of others. She cherishes her friendship with netizens very much. I heard that the phone bill of Ziyin, a netizen, was very high. Qingyi guessed that it was related to himself, and told him not to spend too much online time in correspondence with her in the future. The netizen wanted to write a book, and Qingyi immediately wrote a letter of encouragement and sent relevant information. In order to let netizens know themselves in all directions, she even introduced her room to everyone online: my cabin has a balcony facing south, and the balcony is full of orchids, bananas, orchids and other plants. Because the humble room is wide and deep, it is divided into two parts by carved wooden walls. There is a jujube bookcase in the outer window. On Junshan Mountain in Dongting, there is a bookcase made of bamboo, and a square meter plain silk folding fan is hung on the shelf, with a small seal script "The Word of Burying Flowers" copied by Qingyi. A few days ago, there was a dead vine flower stand on the opposite wall, and the branches and leaves of chlorophytum in a white porcelain basin spread. There is a one-and-a-half-meter-square goose yellow chess table on the edge of the flower stand. I especially like the game of Go. My brother often plays with me. There are small incense burners, celadon plates from official kilns in the Song Dynasty, and some other good folk arts and crafts decorations, such as the twelve hairpin in Jinling, the fans embroidered by Shu and Jia Ling, and the broken bridge puppet in Hangzhou. I like the small incense burner in Dong Qing. I light a small piece of sandalwood, put it in, close the lid and put down the curtains. After an hour or two, the room will smell fragrant. I smoke it once every Saturday. Qingyi wrote hundreds of letters to netizens during the period of hosting "Warm Tea Room", which became a precious spiritual wealth left by Qingyi to the world.
"See you online tomorrow", but died in front of the keyboard the next day. More than 500 eulogies made people cry. 1August, 998, I felt my condition worsened when I was cleaning, and my parents sent me to the hospital for treatment, but the effect was not great. Qingyi feels that life is coming to an end. She wrote on the Internet: Lv Benzhong, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem "Walking on the battlefield": "Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow, and the similarities and differences are wonderful." From the perspective of flat and even poetry, flying snow is flat and even, with clear pronunciation, which can shock people's hearts and sounds good! Judging from the meaning of this word, this name makes people feel that Lan Zhi is empty and well-intentioned! A snowflake flew down and appeared in his hand. When Zhu wanted to look carefully, it turned into a small water drop. Its Leng Yan is unique to Sri Lanka, and its shortness is unique to Sri Lanka, which makes my heart palpitation and heartache. Someday next year, I may be that snowflake, falling from the sky and suddenly melting in the soil. I want to cherish my time as a snowflake and host a warm teahouse, which makes people beautiful and happy.
She wrote in a letter to Guangzhou netizen Xinru:
Today is Thursday, and I seem to hear the ticking of the life clock. I'm very sorry for leaving my sister and my friends in the warm tea room. Regret may be an eternal chord in the melody of life. When Qingyi was sorting out the letters she received recently, she saw the words "I have been lovelorn for three years in real life" on her sister's stationery, and Qingyi realized that her sister had been in love. Although I lost my sister, I still have it. Qingyi is naive, but there is a longing in her heart My ears turned red when I said this. This kind of human relationship, I can't wait for it in my life. But I am also very happy. I have many treasures.
"Who blows the spring resentment, Yuhuan is exquisite and wild." This is a sentence in the recent seven-word "self-mutilation": What do you think? Ha ha ha ha, at the end of the road, Qingyi is still singing, really lonely. This letter was written by Qingyi on August 20th, the day before her death. She was quite energetic and heard the ticking of the life clock. This letter really became her masterpiece. How reluctant she is to leave Warm Tea Room and netizens. At the end of this letter, Qingyi wrote: "See you online tomorrow", but what I saw on the Internet the next day was Qingyi's death! It is said that at 9: 00 am on August 2 1, when Qingyi died in front of the keyboard, her e-mail was already open, waiting for the visit of netizens ... The sad news of Qingyi's death was the first time for her, and she was very sad to hear the news. On August 22, she quickly informed netizens across the country through the Internet: Yesterday, Qingyi's family said that Qingyi had died of illness at 9 o'clock on August 2 1998. Qingyi, my good sister, like a pure flower, suddenly withered ... The network was suddenly shrouded in a great sadness. "Warm Tea Room" is speechless, lamenting that the "angel" folded early; Radio waves are speechless. They felt sad about the cruelty of death and took the life of a good girl who cherished her life so much. Many netizens all over the country have written eulogies, and the network lines have become very crowded for a time. Netizen Zizhu Xiayin delivered a eulogy "Lost a Pony": The bad news came, and I threw my old reserve out of the clouds and spilled a lot of tears on the keyboard! Is it naive to be blind in the world-so forcibly robbed the pony? I can't accept it. I stared at the list of ICQ, hoping that her name would pop up, then sighed, and she came to me again. Tell me this is just a nightmare. However, the wet tears on the keyboard told me that all this was true. Pony is really gone forever ... I have only known Pony online for more than 30 days, but I will forget to remember these short 30 days until the end of my life! The image of a versatile, kind, vicious and naive pony will live in my heart. I believe I will live in the heart of every true friend of hers. Although the internet is like a cloud, it has its own true feelings.
Netizen Haimark delivered a eulogy saying: Looking at Kyle's last letter, I remembered her painful appearance when she was about to hit the keyboard, but she wrote optimistic words full of laughter, and I couldn't help crying. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a name for future generations.
Netizen Long Er Zhu Qingyi "Find a good family to come down to earth": I was shocked! I feel like I lost a relative. When you already know that your days are numbered, I am still numb to life; While you are fighting the disease, I am still wasting my health. You should have studied hard like other peers, learned how the world is warm and cold, and got everything you wanted … but you didn't. You could have become a famous word and poet, but you didn't have time; You were supposed to share happiness with us, and you ... I have never experienced the pain of losing my loved ones, but your departure will make me cherish myself and life forever. Find a good family and keep your feet on the ground. I wish you a safe journey!
Dong, an online poet, published a long poem in memory of Qing Yi: When everything in the wind went with you/My thoughts flew to the other side of the world ... The eulogy of netizens falling snow and flying flowers used 38 question marks, 137 exclamation points. Bingo Chang, Qingyi's brother, also delivered a long eulogy.
The "online funeral" sent the "angel" to travel to heaven. Before her death, she donated 500 yuan to the disaster area in Hubei. After her death, my brother donated 5000 yuan on her behalf. On August 22nd, 1998, netizen Zizhu Xiayin initiated the preparation of a homepage-Qingyi Tang Ling. Later, a funeral was held online for Qing Yi. Send her to heaven. He said that he would never take Xia Yin as his last gift to Qingyi. Under the operation of many netizens, Qingyi Tang Ling was quickly established and entered Qingyi Tang Ling. The first thing I saw was the jade photo of Qingyi among the roses. She is still so beautiful, so kind and so happy in the photo. Turning to the photo page, a large number of poems left by Qingyi are displayed in the mourning hall, and some mourning poems of netizens are also displayed ... Netizen TW read and wrote the poems in Qingyi's last letter: whose flute flies in spring/whose wings are broken and the geese are cold/whose wings are broken and the jade horse is lost/whose heart is jealous of the beauty of the night/who has known each other for a long time/who sings this article for Qingyi/who doesn't fall into the blue sea/ ! !
Legend has it that before July 7th, people's souls were still on earth, so Qingyi will stay on earth for 49 days. The online funeral held by netizens for Qingyi will be sent to Qingyi all the way. Her funeral was simple and full of romance. No wreaths, no sorrows, no elegies, only flowers, poems, songs and the love of netizens accompanied her into heaven. Netizen Cao wrote in his funeral inscription entitled "Eternal Qingyi": We know that a strong girl like you must like us to see you off with songs. Our star companion's partners and all friends who care about you will come to hold a less tragic funeral for you. Your beautiful life is about to enter the kingdom of heaven, and we will accompany you and see you off with a smile. You don't want to see our tears and leave with such a faint smile, so that you can keep all the letters well and wave goodbye to us silently. What you show us is your beautiful smile, and what you show us is your endless attachment.
How much we want to hold you gently and let you spend the same years in our hands. How we hope that our songs have wings of missing and bring you back to us.
Let's pick up the red candle and light the candle lamp together, our dear sister, let's sing a touching song for you: outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue; The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The precipice of the sky, a corner of the earth, intimate friends scattered, a gourd ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight ... Good sister, this song is so sad that we don't want to sing it: we just want you to come back to us and sing those touching songs with us. You are the eternal Qingyi among us ... On August 27th, the seventh day after Qingyi's death, Qingyi's brother Bingo Chang sent a letter to netizens: On behalf of Qingyi's family, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you. Not much to say, I bowed to the netizens who care about Qingyi. Today is the seventh day of Qingyi. I accompanied my father to Deng Yanshan (Xiaogan Cemetery) to see the instruments. At the same time, I printed all the mourning poems of netizens and burned them in front of Qingyi's urn. Qingyi has a spirit in the sky and will be grateful to everyone ... According to Bingo Chang, Qingyi is kind, as if she were far away from the world. That year, Xiaogan City held a men's and women's Go competition, and their brother and sister joined hands to win the championship. In the game, the opponent of a chess game has already left. In order to let the other side have face, she actually bumped into herself in the attack and made a "double kill". She is in poor health, but she helps the nanny when she is free. She never delays any lessons at school, and she is even more diligent in her studies. Usually, under the supervision of her mother, she seldom goes out to play with her classmates, but once her mother allows her to go out to play with her classmates, she is as happy as New Year, telling her classmates many interesting things and letting them share their happiness. ...
1August, 998, the Yangtze River in Hubei Province was flooded once in a hundred years. Qingyi, who died soon, was very worried and immediately donated all his pocket money to the disaster area. Bingo Chang joked with her, you little fool. Qingyi said angrily, that's what I like to do. If I had 5000 yuan, I would donate 5000 yuan without leaving a penny. After Qingyi's death, Bingo Chang sent 5000 yuan to the disaster area in the name of Qingyi with tears, which satisfied her sister's last wish. At the end of September, netizens were sorting out Qingyi's legacy for publication. There are no sad songs for me. I don't know whether the flowers have fallen or the people have died. Angel Qingyi went to heaven, saying that there is no sorrow in heaven, and joy will always accompany Qingyi. ...