7旬阿婆孤身夜行4小时诀别恋人

下面这个是我写的。并没有在任何地方贴过。当时没有写完。也不见得写得好。有些地方没写好。语气等语文方面的，也不一定妥当。当时写了，就放在那里。后来也没改过。现在已经没有勇气去写完它。刚才看自己的文档偶然看到。很感动。用这个链接去看了一下。居然还能打开。 7旬阿婆孤身夜行4小时诀别恋人 医生现场垂泪 http://news.sina.com.cn/s/2004-03-26/09283065714.shtml 根据2004-3-26 新浪社会新闻改写 I know I am dying. After 78 years in this world, after the 2-year torturing of the colon cancer, I do not have much a life to live. But at present, I have someone to live for. She is coming to see me. It is 2 am right now. But I know she is coming to see me. She is on her way to see me at my deathbed. I will not die without seeing her again. The last time I saw her was years ago. I retired from the factory where I had worked all my life and my wife had passed away. She was also a retiree, a widow. Her neighbor made an arrangement for us to meet. Was it love at first sight? I believe so. She said she fell in love with me at first sight too. Of course, it was more than the love we had known. It was as if we were made for each other. In our sixties, we both knew what we wanted. We even dreamed of a marriage. But her children and my children opposed fiercely. We could not get married without causing a big trouble. We even could not see each other. But we kept phoning each other for years. Our children knew we still kept in touch, but they let us keep in touch that way. These days were beautiful until I was diagnosed having colon cancer. It has been killing me slowly and painfully. I did not tell her that I was suffering from the terminal disease. A few months ago, I stopped phoning her. I lied to her that I was going to stay with my daughter in Hainan. Since the last call, I have been in hospital, waiting for the end to come. These days, I often fall sleep. The past flashes back and I see her smile. She is not a beauty. No woman at this age can be called a beauty. But she is beautiful in my eye. She laughed. She joked. And she chatted with me in the most pleasant way. We both felt happy. We haven’t chatted since I was hospitalized. I don’t want her to know that I am dying, though I wish to see her again before my eyes are closed forever in the last sleep. I know I can’t live to see the sunrise today. But to my greatest relief, I know she is coming to see me. I suddenly woke up a moment ago. I knew it was about 2 pm. I don’t know how I knew, but I was sure she was on her way to the hospital. She is walking slowly on a highway. She is alone. Is it the longest journey of her life? I have no idea. It is probably her longest journey in the darkest night of her life. It is also my longest wait. My heart is aching. I can even feel the cold wind touching her face, as if it were touching me. And she is weeping, but she never stops the journey. I can see the tears on her face. I am holding my breath for her to come to me. I don’t have much breath to hold. The breath in my chest is little, but it must be kept there. I need it to keep myself alive. There have been many important moments in my life, but now this is the only moment that matters. The pain is killing me. No wait can be this painful. Now I can see her face. Hers is the most beautiful face in the world. I do not know how I can see her. Is it clairvoyance? Why do I have it right now? Why haven’t I had it before? How I have wished to see her all these years! But clairvoyance never came. I am not complaining. The miracle can happen as I have always believed. It is happening to me. She is coming to me. She is coming to me. I am losing consciousness. I must concentrate on her, or I will not wake again. What time is it now? Six o’clock? I see her stop now. She is exhausted, weeping near a vegetable field. She has lost her way. She dose not know where I am.