Mo Yan posts videos every few days, showcasing her life, scenery, and many of the little joys of this world.
Sometimes it's a painting, sometimes it's planting vegetables, and sometimes it's taking medicine.
People pay attention to her videos, as if they can see the everyday life in them.
There are times when you live a good life, times when you're sick and suffer, times when you frown and procrastinate on taking medicine, and times when you finally have to take it.
I went from being unfamiliar with taking photos to gradually getting better and better.
In September, make osmanthus cake, brew some rice wine, and then boil a pot of tea—that's the feeling.
Go see the maple leaves in October; the mountains and fields are covered in red, it's so beautiful.
Early winter in November was a bit cold, and the families in the town began slaughtering pigs for the New Year.
The snowflakes of December fluttered down, adding a blanket of white to the earth. When I picked them up, I felt a little tempted to take a bite.
Brewing tea with snow is also a very good option.
Of course, we also went to see the sunrise, but it was raining all the time, so we ended up picking mushrooms instead.
They went to catch fish but ended up with nothing.
That's life—it has its joys and its regrets.
Of course, there are also those who remain silent when the examination results are not ideal, but still manage to smile and continue living their lives.
Mo Yan even went to a service center to tell everyone how to choose the best burial box for themselves, how to choose a burial plot, what the prices are, and so on...
Face death with equanimity.
During the check-up, Mo Yan met an elderly woman who endured painful torment every day.
She said, "I'm in so much pain, I want to die, but I don't have the strength."
My painkillers are no longer effective; every day is just enduring it, enduring it without any dignity.
The old man longed to die, but at this moment, even death became a luxury. Some people think that pain to a certain degree can make one blind, but that's not actually the case.
It will only make you more and more awake, and more awake to just how much pain you're in.
"If only I could die. I've thought about it many times. I'm in so much pain, but I can't die."
I am a burden, a burden to my child.
I need someone to take care of me in this condition, but he has to go to work to earn money. He says he's unfilial, but only I know how difficult things are for him. People like us should just die sooner.
To die without suffering, and without burdening one's children.
“I know a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. His medicine won’t cure you, but it can relieve pain. I’ve been taking it. You can go and see him.”
Without a second thought, Mo Yan gave the old Chinese medicine doctor's address.
After returning home, Mo Yan gave him a traditional Chinese medicine prescription, saying that she had obtained it by chance.
The old Chinese medicine doctor knew very well that Mo Yan was actually much more skilled than him, so he didn't say anything, just that it was his family's secret recipe. Anyway, he had no children in his life, so no one knew whether it was true or not.
The old woman's son brought her there, and the old Chinese medicine doctor gave her acupuncture and medicine pills.
After taking it, the old man's pain did indeed lessen.
"What I need to tell you is that the Chinese medicine I have here can only alleviate his pain. I am still powerless to help your mother with her illness."
Tears welled up in the man's eyes. He was a dutiful son, so he took his mother to many places and to many hospitals to find out what was wrong with her.
"Thank you, of course I know. My mother's health is just holding on, holding on until the day she can't hold on any longer."
Seeing her in pain hurt me deeply; I wished I could take her pain away. But I was powerless to help. It was then that I realized no amount of money could make my mother feel any better.
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