Whose Xiao flute plays spring resentment, and the jade ring is exquisite and the wild geese shadow is cold.

Editor's Note: This is a true story. A 16-year-old young girl, selflessly helping others, ended up dying on the keyboard. Who knew that when she was helping others, she would vomit blood on the keyboard?

For many days, I have been unable to escape from my grief and write this sad text. However, I have to write, the life contained in this sad story is so brilliant! The girl's name is Qingyi, and her name is just like her name. She is very beautiful, very delicate, very classical, like a collection of Song poems, like a piece of jade. Although she suffered from lung disease since she was a child and had her right lung completely removed, she has been bravely fighting the disease for more than 10 years. He fought hard, wrote a lot of poems, won the championship in the Xiaogan City Men's and Women's Go Competition in Hubei Province, and hosted the "Warm Tea Room" online, until his life came to an abrupt end at the age of 16.

On August 21, Qingyi died in front of the keyboard. Netizens were heartbroken after hearing the news and published more than 500 mourning poems online. Later, they held China's first "online funeral" for Qingyi and sent Angel Qingyi away to heaven. On the mourning hall's homepage, I saw Qingyi's beautiful smile blooming among the rose bushes, and I seemed to hear her say: "Hello, I am Qingyi."

Send an umbrella to my brother. He had a serious illness and had to have his right lung lobed out. Use classical literature to soothe the soul and relieve the pain. Qingyi, who often compares herself to Lin Daiyu, once said self-deprecatingly that she was "raised like a bucket of medicine until she was 12 years old." Indeed, although Qingjiu was as beautiful as Angel in her childhood, she had always been accompanied by bitter medicine. The cause of her illness was the sudden rainstorm.

In 1982, Qingyi was born in a remote town in Hechuan County, Chongqing City. Before she could even recognize her father, his father left her that year. For her, fate could not be changed. Not to mention it's cruel. When Qingyi was 3 years old, her mother found it difficult to support her daughter, so she remarried a local official in Xiaogan, Hubei. The mother and daughter finally ended their turbulent and difficult days. Unexpectedly, disaster began to covet Qingyi at this time.

When Qingyi was in elementary school, there was a sudden rainstorm in Xiaogan. Zhang Qingfeng, Qingyi’s brother who had a different father, was prevented from going back to his alma mater to do errands. For example, he called home and asked the nanny to send him an umbrella. , who knew that Qingyi was the only one in the family. Zhang Qingfeng borrowed an umbrella from a teacher at his alma mater and hurried home. Halfway through, he met Qingyi who came with an umbrella. At this time, the cold rain had drenched Qingyi all over, and her thin body shivered in the cold rain. trembling. When she saw Zhang Qingfeng, she suddenly expressed joy: "Brother, I've brought you an umbrella." Zhang Qingfeng was so heartbroken that he almost cried.

The rain caused Qingyi to become ill. Shortly after returning home, Qingyi had a high fever and continued to cough. His father was so angry that he beat Zhang Qingfeng severely. This was the most severe beating his father had ever beaten him in Zhang Qingfeng's memory.

However, the weak Qingyi told her father with tears in her eyes: "Dad, stop hitting my brother. It's not his fault..." A few days later, Qingyi fell seriously ill, and her parents rushed her to the hospital. Treatment at a large hospital in Beijing. After examination, it was found that Qingyi suffered from severe pneumonia complicated by abscess, and her life was in danger. Her parents repeatedly begged doctors to save Qingyi’s life. In the end, although the doctors tried their best to save Qingyi's illness, part of her right lung was already necrotic. Qingyi's parents were extremely sad. They knew that their little girl would be in pain all the time if she got this disease, and her life would end at any time!

From then on, Qingyi relied on taking medicine to relieve her pain, and in a few years she bought a truckload of Chinese and Western medicine. In 1994, when Qingyi was 12 years old, her condition worsened.

Often vomiting blood. I returned to Beijing and had a total right lung lobectomy. This year Qingyi was in junior high school. After this operation, she fully understood her condition. She had thoughts of suicide several times, but when she saw her hard-working father, she couldn't bear it anymore. The famous saying that death leaves pain to future generations is deeply engraved in Qingyi's mind.

Don’t see Qingyi contracting the disease, but she studies very hard. His grades are always among the best in the class. She said that her good grades were not due to hard work, but due to her chronic illness. Because life was too stingy to her, she had to study harder. She longed to go to college, but her dying body made her college dream seem like a world away.

Next to the flower stand is a goose-yellow chess table measuring one and a half meters square. I particularly like the game of Go, and my brother often plays the game with me. On the pavilion with carved wooden walls, there are small incense burners, Song Dynasty kiln celadon plates, and some outstanding folk crafts and accessories, such as straw-woven Jinling twelve hairpins, Shu embroidery Jialing custom round fans, Hangzhou Broken Bridge puppets, etc. I like the Qing Dong one I made a small incense burner, lit a small piece of sandalwood and placed it inside, closed the lid, and lowered the door curtain. After an hour or two, the room was filled with incense. I smoked it every Saturday. The interior was simple and the walls were messy. There are several paintings of landscape paintings hanging on the bedside bookcase. There are miscellaneous books such as "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "History of the Song Dynasty" that I often read. There is a dressing table in the corner of the room, and my only foreign gadget, a computer, is placed on the computer table next to it. . While hosting "Warm Tea Room", Qingyi wrote hundreds of letters to netizens, and these letters became the precious spiritual wealth that Qingyi left to the world.

"See you online tomorrow", but he died in front of the keyboard the next day, and more than 500 eulogies and poems were written that made people cry. In August 1998, Qingyi felt her condition worsened. Her parents sent her to the hospital for treatment, but the results were minimal. Qingyi felt that her life was coming to an end. She wrote on the Internet: Song poet Lu Benzhong has a poem "Traveling on the Shasha" that says: "The snow is like plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are like snow. Whether they are similar or not, they are both strange." From the perspective of poetry, falling snow is flying, and the reading Lai's voice is clear and strong, with clear and strong pauses, which can shake people's hearts. It sounds good! From the meaning of the word, this name makes people think about it, Zhilan empty valley, good intentions! A falling snowflake was placed in his hand. When Zhu wanted to take a closer look, it had already turned into a glistening drop of water. It's so cold and beautiful, so short and so brief, that it makes my heart palpitate and makes me sad. One day next year, I may be that snowflake, falling leisurely from the sky and quickly melting into the soil. I have to cherish my time as a snowflake, host the "Warm Tea Room" well, give people beauty and make them happy.

She wrote in a letter to Guangzhou netizen Xinru:

Today is Thursday, and I seem to have heard the countdown of the life clock. I feel extremely sorry to leave my sister and my friends in "Warm Tea Room". Regret may be the eternal chord in the melody of life. When Qingyi was sorting through the letters she had recently received, she saw the words "In real life, I have lost the love I had been with for three years" in her sister's letter. Qingyi speculated that her sister had been in love. Although my sister is lost, I still have something to lose. Qingyi is childish, but there is longing deep in her heart. My ears turned red when I said this. Qingyi will never find this kind of human love in this life. But I am also so happy that I have so many treasures.

"Whose flute blows spring resentment, and the jade ring is exquisite and the shadow of the wild geese is cold." This is a sentence from the seven-character recent work "Self-Injury": What do you think, sister? Hahahahaha, Qingyi still sings when she is at the end of her rope, she is really feeling sorry for herself. This letter was written by Qingyi on August 20, the day before her death. She was quite spiritual and heard the ticking sound of the life clock going backwards. This letter turned out to be her last word. How reluctant she was to leave "Warm Tea Room" and the netizens. At the end of this letter, Qingyi wrote: "See you online tomorrow." Unexpectedly, what she saw online the next day was the news of Qingyi's death! It is said that when Qingyi died in front of the keyboard at 9 a.m. on August 21, her e-mail was already open, waiting for visits from netizens... The sad news of Qingyi's death was first known to Xinru. After hearing the news, Xinru was filled with grief. share. On August 22, she quickly informed netizens across the country via the Internet: Yesterday, Qingyi’s family said that Qingyi had passed away due to illness at around 9:00 on August 21, 1998. Qingyi, my good sister, like a pure flower, suddenly withered... The Internet was suddenly covered with a huge sadness. "Warm Tea Room" is speechless, it laments the premature death of "Angel"; the radio wave is speechless, it laments the cruelty of death, which takes away the life of a good girl who cherishes life so much. Many netizens across the country wrote condolences, and for a while, network lines became very crowded. Netizen Zizhu Xiayin published a tribute "Loss of Pony": When the bad news came, I threw away my previous reserve and shed a lot of tears on the keyboard! Could it be that the sky is really blind - just snatched away the pony like this? I couldn't accept it. I stared at the ICQ list, hoping that her name would pop up, and then with an ooh, she would be in front of me again. Tell me this is just a nightmare.

However, the tears that were not dry on the keyboard told me that all this is true, Xiao Ma is really gone, forever... Xiao Ma and I only met online for more than 30 days, but I will forget to remember this short period of time. 30 days until the end of my life! The image of Pony, who is talented, kind, hateful and innocent, will live in my heart. I believe it will live in the hearts of every true friend of hers. Although things on the Internet are like clouds and smoke, they have their own true feelings.

Netizen Hai Hen published a eulogy and said: Looking at Ma Ge’s last letter, I imagined how she looked in pain when she was about to type on the keyboard, but what she wrote was optimistic words full of laughter. I couldn’t help but fall down. Tears. Since ancient times, no one has died, and his name will be passed down forever.

Netizen LONGER wished Qingyi "find a good family and come down to earth": I was shocked! I felt like I had lost a relative. When you already knew that your days were numbered, I was still treating life numbly; when you were fighting tenaciously against the disease, I was still wasting my health. You should have been able to study hard, feel the warmth of the world, and get everything you wanted like other people of your age... But, you didn't get it; you could have become a famous lyricist and poet, but You Wang didn't have time; you should have shared happiness with us, but you... I have never experienced the pain of losing a relative, but your departure, forever leaving, made me have feelings for myself and for myself. Cherish life. Find a good family and wish you a safe journey!

There were 38 question marks and 137 exclamation marks. Qingyi's brother Zhang Qingfeng also published a long tribute.

"Online funeral" sends "Angel" to travel to heaven. Before she died, she donated 500 yuan to the disaster-stricken areas in Hubei. After her death, her brother donated 5,000 yuan on her behalf. On August 22, 1998, netizen Zizhu Xiayin initiated the preparation of a homepage - Qingyi Lingtang. Later, a funeral was held online for Qingyi. Send her to travel to heaven. He said that he would never use XIAYIN as his last gift to Qingyi. Thanks to the help of netizens, the Qingyi mourning hall was quickly set up. When I walked into the Qingyi mourning hall, the first thing I saw was the jade photo of Qingyi placed among the rose bushes. She was still so beautiful, so kind, and so beautiful in the photo. Happy; turning over the photo page, a large number of Qingyi’s poems and writings are displayed in the mourning hall, and some eulogies and poems from netizens are also displayed... Netizen TW read and wrote the verses in Qingyi’s final letter: Whose family’s flute and flute are flying? Spring resentment/The jade cup is exquisite and the shadow of the wild goose is cold/The wings are broken and the jade horse falls from the sky/The heart-breaking night is jealous of the beauty/We have known each other for a long time/I chant this for Qingyi/The golden star does not fall and returns to the blue sea/It turns into morning glow and fills the sky! ! !

It is said that before "Qiqi", the human soul is still in the earth, so Qingyi will continue to stay in the earth for 49 days. The online funeral organized by netizens for Qingyi will give her a happy journey. Her funeral was simple and very romantic. There were no wreaths, no mourning music, and no elegy. Only flowers, poems, songs and the love of netizens accompanied her as she walked. Enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Netizen Cao wrote in the funeral message titled "Eternal Qingyi": We know that a strong girl like you will definitely like us to sing your farewell. Our Star Companions and all the friends who care about you are here to hold a less bleak funeral for you. Your beautiful life is about to enter the kingdom of heaven. We will stay by your side and see you off with a smile. You must not want to see our tears, so you left with a faint smile, and you treasured all the letters and waved goodbye to us silently. What you show us is your beautiful smile, and what you show us is your endless attachment.

How we want to hold you gently and let you spend the same years in our hands. How we want our songs to be given the wings of longing and bring you back to us.

Let’s pick up the red candles and light the candle lanterns together. Our dear sister, let us sing a moving song for you: Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky; the evening breeze blows the willows The sound of the flute fades, and the sun sets over the mountains.

On the cliff of the sky, in this corner of the earth, close friends are scattered, and the remaining joy is gone with a ladle of turbid wine. Don't sleep in the cold tonight... Good sister, this song is too sad, we don't want to sing: We just want you to come back to us, Sing those beautiful songs with us. You are Qingyi forever among us... On August 27, the day of Qingyi’s death, Qingyi’s brother Zhang Qingfeng sent a letter to netizens after publishing a long memorial: On behalf of Qingyi’s family, I would like to express my sincere condolences to you I would like to express my heartfelt thanks. I will say nothing more and bow to the netizens who care and love Qingyi. Today is the day that Qingyi died. I accompanied my father to Yandengshan (Xiaogan Cemetery) to see Qingyi. At the same time, I printed out all the eulogies and poems from netizens and burned them in front of Qingyi’s urn. Qingyi has a spirit in heaven and will definitely be grateful to everyone... According to Zhang Qingfeng, Qingyi is so kind that she seems far away from the world. That year, Xiaogan City held a men's and women's Go competition, and the brother and sister teamed up to win the championship. During the game, the opponent was already defeated. In order to make the opponent lose face, she actually fought against herself in the confrontation, creating a "double life." She was in poor health, but she helped the nanny when she had time. She never postponed any class work at school, and she was even more diligent in her studies. Normally, under the supervision of her mother, she rarely goes out to play with her classmates, but once her mother allows her to go out and play with her classmates, she immediately becomes as happy as if she were celebrating the New Year, telling her classmates many interesting things so that they can share the happiness...

…In August 1998, a once-in-a-century flood occurred in the Yangtze River in Hubei Province. Qingyi, who died soon after, was so worried that she immediately donated all her pocket money of 500 yuan to the disaster area. Zhang Qingfeng joked with her: You... Little fool. Qingyi said angrily: I like to do stupid things like this. If I have 5,000 yuan, I will donate 5,000 yuan and not keep a penny. After Qingyi's death, Zhang Qingfeng tearfully sent 5,000 yuan to the disaster area in Qingyi's name to fulfill his sister's last wish. At the end of September, netizens were sorting out Qingyi's posthumous works for publication. Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die. Angel Qingyi travels to heaven. They say that there is no sadness in heaven, and joy will accompany Qingyi forever...