It is often said that the friendship between comrades-in-arms and classmates is the two most sincere and eternal friendships in the world. Shouldn't we be happy if we have one? The following is the essay I brought to you to mourn my comrades-in-arms, for your appreciation.

Prose in memory of comrades-in-arms: Remembering righteousness in the dead of night

Night is quiet and quiet. Sleepless, I read the articles recalling Li Bingyi published in People's Daily, People's Liberation Army Daily and Shanxi Daily again and again. Suddenly, my memory became clear.

seven years ago, it was also this season, such a night. I was writing at my desk, when the phone rang, there came a bad news: Li Bingyi died of a heart attack while attending the commendation meeting for outstanding civilian cadres in the Beijing Military Region. The news made my eyes black, and my heart ached, and tears fell silently, wetting the manuscript?

Li Bingyi, who was the director of ENT Department of No.289 Hospital of Beijing Military Region in Houma before his death, was an English model figure. He once won the first class merit, participated in the English model congress of the whole army, and was rated as various advanced for many times, and was commended by the whole army, Beijing Military Region and Military Region Logistics Department. I met Li Bingyi when I was transferred to the director of the political department of the hospital. Many inpatients often come to my office to reflect his advanced deeds of honest medical practice and enthusiastic service; Many discharged patients also wrote letters of commendation praising him as a messenger of love. Entering the department, people are even more unanimous: "Director Li, that's a good man!" In order to promote Li Bingyi, I used a lot of pen and ink. In my mind, Li Bingyi has set up an immortal monument. I don't believe that the unfortunate news is true. On the way to Qinhuangdao to deal with Li Bingyi's funeral, I always had a feeling that he was still alive.

that morning, I went to the funeral home and saw Li Bingyi lying in the flowers, so peaceful as if asleep. I threw myself at Li Bingyi and shook him gently with my hand: "Director Li, wake up, we see you coming!" " His daughter knelt on her knees and cried with grief: "Dad, you can't go, you can't go!" " His wife also burst into tears: "Bingyi, you are so cruel, how can you leave us alone?" Wait for me, wait for me! " No matter how people shouted, Li Bingyi closed his eyes and was indifferent. I couldn't bear to disturb him and stood silently beside him for a long, long time. That heartbreaking scene is heartbreaking!

funeral music, swirling in the solemn hall. My legs are weak and dizzy, and I almost want to fall. But I can't leave. I want to stand beside Li Bingyi and study it carefully for a while. I'll never see him again from tomorrow! Director Li Bingyi, do you understand, my comrade in arms? I stayed up all night the night Li Bingyi's body was cremated. Seeing the branches swaying in the wind outside the window is like seeing Li Bingyi's tall figure; Hearing the roaring tide in Bohai Bay is like hearing people calling for Li Bingyi!

the east is turning white, and the star has fallen. When I went outside, I vaguely heard the mournful cries. Following the sound, it turned out that Li Bingyi's daughter was kneeling in front of a sheet piling ash with an urn in her hands, crying and saying, "Dad, let's go home!" On the way back, she didn't eat or drink, and always put Li Bingyi's urn on her chest. It was so pious and affectionate that it was really touching. When the train carrying Li Bingyi's urn slowly entered Linfen, it rained lightly in southern Shanxi after a long drought. I think, perhaps Li Bingyi's departure touched heaven!

the day I returned to the hospital was a Sunday. People got up early and spontaneously lined up in two long lines, facing the patter of autumn rain and the arrival of Li Bingyi. In the misty eyes, I saw that there were doctors and nurses, government officials, employees' families and hospitalized patients in the team. Wind, rain, and crying, played a sad sadness, in the hospital for a long time low back?

At the memorial service, hundreds of people gathered in and out of the hospital, crying and complaining endlessly about Li Bingyi: he left too early, he was only 52 years old! People are infinitely sad, and a good doctor has been lost on the medical front. After the meeting, people refused to disperse for a long time and wanted to spend more time with Li Bingyi. At this moment, my heart was deeply shocked: why did Li Bingyi's death touch so many people's hearts?

Following the trail left by Li Bingyi, I interviewed the medical staff in his department and the patients he helped. I deeply felt that his most precious thing was that he had a hot, innocent, kind and loving heart. The value of his life lies in dedication, giving all his love for others to live better.

Director Li, do you remember that Xiao Nie, a doctor who had just been assigned to your department from a college, was on duty on New Year's Eve in 1989? The first time I spent the New Year in a place far away from my hometown and relatives, I could not help but shed tears of homesickness. It is you who miss Xiao Nie, leave your wife and daughter behind, bring meat and jiaozi, and spend New Year's Eve with Xiao Nie. In the early morning of the first day, you braved the snow again, pushed it with a bicycle and walked 4 kilometers to put Xiao Nie on the train home. Xiao Nie said, looking at you standing in the snow and waving frequently, it is still like seeing a loving father.

Do you remember that Li Faqian, the current director of ENT, apprenticed with you eight years ago? It is you who teach hand by hand, bit by bit, with one stroke and one style. Today, he has been able to perform dozens of ear, nose and throat operations, 14 new businesses and technologies, and more than 1 have filled the gaps in the hospital. This is all the result of your careful cultivation. He often tells me that when he closes his eyes, he sees you standing in front of him. He shouted from the bottom of his heart: director, you shouldn't leave!

director Li, do you remember that Zhao Cun, a middle-aged woman from xiaonie village, zezhang town, Xinjiang county, was a patient you rescued? When she learned the news of your death, she cried herself out many times, and she couldn't sleep all night for more than a month. Every paper burning season, she would kneel at the crossroads of the villa and burn a sheet piling and a wick to express her grief. When I interviewed her, she told a touching story. That year, after Zhao Cun was discharged from hospital, you were still not at ease. On Sunday, you rode a bicycle for more than 7 kilometers to visit her and brought a souvenir. Holding the souvenir, Zhao Cun sobbed and said, "I never dreamed that Director Li would die suddenly. God is unfair!"

Director Li, do you remember that there was an old man named Li Xincai in Zhengbi Village, Lizhai Town, Yicheng County. You gave him a second life. He is suffering from laryngeal cancer, and he can't get the blood transfusion fee before operation. You immediately take out the money you are going to send to your old mother and pad it up. After the operation, in order to increase Li Laohan's nutrition, you ordered milk, cooked it at home every day and brought it to the old man's bed. You delivered it for 27 days! Li Laohan told me about your thoughtfulness and care for him, and he couldn't help crying. The old man took my hand and said earnestly, "Director Li, good people, you must publicize him well!" "

Li Bingyi not only has a warm heart for serving patients, but also enjoys a great reputation for his reputation and skills in the field of laryngology in Sanjin and even the whole country. I advised Li Bingyi more than once: "Now that you are a well-known person for ten years, you must be steady in your future treatment and never take risks. If you miss, your reputation will be damaged." But he just wouldn't listen and did what he had to do. Once, a patient suffering from extracranial hemangioma was afraid to be admitted to more than 1 major hospitals, but he accepted it. He said: "It is the duty of doctors to heal the wounded and rescue the dying. As long as there is one percent hope, we must make every effort!" It was his 1% efforts that saved dying lives. I admire Li Bingyi's medical skills, and I admire Li Bingyi's medical ethics! I often think that in today's society, don't you need many doctors like Li Bingyi?

tonight, I remembered Li Bingyi again, and I couldn't sleep all night with tears on my skirt. Director Li, do you know, my comrade-in-arms under the grave? !

Although Li Bingyi left in a hurry, he didn't leave a last word. But Li Bingyi left a series of shining footprints on the road of life, leaving people with an unforgettable memory.

Li Bingyi is not dead, but will live in my heart forever!

prose mourning for comrades-in-arms: I deeply miss Han Delin

One day in 23, as soon as I returned to Houma's home from Linfen, my wife sadly told me that Director Han Delin's condition had deteriorated. I immediately rushed to the ward to see him. I saw him lying groggy in the hospital bed, his eyes closed, and his breathing was short and subtle. I leaned close to Han Delin's ear and whispered, "Director Han, Director Han!" He refused, but he was talking nonsense in a daze. I haven't seen him for only a week, and he has lost his shape, his eye socket has collapsed, his cheeks have sunk in, his ugly gray face, his black stubble beard, a chapped mouth and a small bloody hole that is cracked all over the place have all turned yellow. Standing in front of Han Delin's hospital bed, I was so sad that an arrow pierced my heart.

at 5 o'clock the next afternoon, I went to see Han Delin again. He struggled in bed, and beads of sweat rolled down his head in pain. Listening to his miserable moans, my heart was as painful as being cut by a sharp glass ballast, dripping with blood drop by drop. I really couldn't bear the sadness and hurried out of the ward. Who knows, it was my farewell with Han Delin.

at 7: 3 pm, I got the bad news of Han Delin's death. Although I was mentally prepared, I was shocked by the news, my eyes were black and my heart ached. Tears fell silently and wet my clothes on my chest. Perhaps it was Han Delin's departure that touched the sky. The misty drizzle kept falling, making my mood even wetter.

the night is quiet and quiet. I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and many memories of the past came to my mind clearly?

when I was transferred to the director of the political department of 289 hospital, he was the director of the outpatient department. The first time I went to check my work, I saw that his office was full of patients. He has a kind attitude and takes pains to treat everyone carefully. I found that every patient was smiling when he left. Liu Deyue, the cadre officer who accompanied the inspection, introduced Han Delin to me. He warmly shook hands with me and said only one sentence: "Welcome the director's criticism and guidance." Later, he devoted himself to diagnosing patients. Many patients immediately surrounded me when they learned that I was a hospital leader, and reflected to me his touching deeds of honest medical practice and enthusiastic service. In the outpatient hall, I saw several red thank-you notes, all of which praised him and his department medical staff for their advanced deeds of serving patients wholeheartedly. Walking into the clinical and auxiliary departments, talking about Han Delin is also a praise.

So, as I love writing, I conducted an in-depth interview in my spare time. The news photos I took were published in Linfen Daily, Shanxi Health Daily, Shanxi Daily, Comrades in Arms and People's Liberation Army Daily. Han Delin's name is more and more familiar to more patients, and my feelings with him are getting deeper and deeper. Especially after he had an operation for liver cancer in 1998, he always talked to me about his thoughts and pains. I often worry about him, and I go to see him whenever I have time. Between us, there are endless confidences and endless war friendships. Because of my deep feelings, I couldn't believe it when I heard the news of Han Delin's death.

On the morning of the memorial service, I saw Han Delin lying there peacefully, sleeping quietly. No matter how his relatives shouted, he closed his eyes and was indifferent. I know, he is too tired. He has broken his heart for hospital construction and relieving the pain of the majority of patients!

One thing is still fresh in my memory: One day in 1991, there was a serious disagreement among the leaders on the issue of adjusting and promoting the directors of outpatient department and infectious disease department. Some insist that Han Delin, the director of the outpatient department, be transferred to the infectious diseases department as the director, and an attending physician be promoted to the director of the outpatient department. My opinion is that an attending physician in the infectious diseases department will be promoted to director, which is familiar with the work and easy to carry out. Han Delin, director of the outpatient department, will not make adjustments, and the attending physician will make other arrangements. Shortly after the political commissar came to the hospital, he didn't know much about the situation, so it was inconvenient to express his position. The dean didn't support my opinion and formed one-sided. The meeting instructed me to talk with the adjusters. Director Han Delin said with tears: "I was diagnosed in Taiyuan 264 Hospital, and my liver has problems. If I want to be the director of the Infectious Diseases Department, I don't agree. Because when I get there, I will form a conditioned reflex, which will cause unnecessary ideological pressure to me. " As soon as I thought about it, it was such a truth that I repeatedly reflected the situation to the dean and political commissar and persuaded them to delay the implementation of the resolution and find another way. After repeated research and consultation, it was decided to set up the internal three departments, and I suggest that Han Delin be the director of the internal three departments. This proposal was unanimously adopted as soon as it was mentioned at the fair, forming a happy situation. When I talked to Han Delin, he didn't ask for anything, and said brightly, "As long as the organization is trustworthy, I won't let the leader down." He kept his word, and for more than half a month, he ran around day and night, coordinated in many ways, arranged wards, and formulated regulations. He just built the three internal departments from scratch and put them into use quickly. Just as he was about to make a great career, due to the needs of his work, the three subjects in the interior should be changed to the three subjects in the exterior. I talked to him again, but he still became the director of the third department of surgery happily without any complaints, and he started to do it with great success. Later, because the hospital compressed beds, the three external departments were cancelled, and he went to the general department to be a general doctor. After the old director retired, he became the director of the general department?

Sorrow and joy swirl low in the gloomy sky, and the damp air is filled with sadness and solemnity. With small white flowers and red stripes on my chest, I slowly bid farewell to Han Delin's body with a deep feeling and moving with people's footsteps. At the moment when he was loaded on the hearse, my heart pricked and tears could not stop flowing down. According to Han Delin's will, my comrades and I sent him back to his hometown? Lancun, Hengqiao Township, Xinjiang County. As soon as I entered the village, the villagers greeted me with mournful suona, weeping like a complaint, tearing at my heart. Standing in front of the mourning hall set up by the villagers for Han Delin, listening to the eulogy read by the secretary of the village party branch and the eulogy read by his eldest son, thinking about his life, tears flowed down again.

I deeply admire Han Delin's good medical skills and integrity. His departure made the patient lose a good doctor and made me lose a good comrade-in-arms. What Han Delin left me is a deep memory, a memory that will never be forgotten!