writer Qiong Yao's husband, Ping Xintao, founder of Crown Group, passed away on May 23 at the age of 92.
Qiong Yao sent a thousand-character essay to say goodbye to her husband.
40 years ago, because of his love with Qiong Yao, Ping Xintao divorced his wife Lin Wanzhen.
Two years ago, Qiong Yao had different opinions with her stepchildren about whether to insert a nasogastric tube for Ping Xintao, and then left Pingjia and Crown Publishing House with the copyright of all her works.
This time, Qiong Yao also wrote in the thousand-character essay, "As for the various stories made up by those who don't know us, I also hope that with your death, they will disappear."
Qiong Yao posted a message of condolences on his personal social platform and posted a picture of the funeral. Qiong Yao chose to bury her husband, "Finally let you fall asleep poetically while the petals are flying."
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Today, (June 4, 2019) I will take my children and grandchildren, and your children and grandchildren, we will follow your instructions during your lifetime: "After I leave, please don’t post obituaries, don’t public sacrifices, and don’t have any memorial ceremony. , Don’t collect ceremonies, don’t do seven..." and your instructions to the funeral: "please cremate me in the shortest time...and then use the method of sprinkling to sprinkle my ashes into any beautiful mountains and forests. , In case you can’t bury it, use tree burial...” We followed them one by one, but because the tree burial area was overcrowded, I chose my own method, flower burial. Therefore, we are in the "Zhenshanyuan" of Yangmingshan, and your son and I solemnly put your ashes into the tomb of the flower burial. I brought a basket of peonies and rose petals, and a bunch of your favorite yellow phalaenopsis. I will sprinkle petals on your new mound . Although this is not a flower funeral, I know you love flowers.
"Three separate hatred, two separate dust, one separate water. Looking closer, the flowers fall and the flowers fly, and the little ones are tears." I changed Su Shi's "Shuilong Yin", and I kept meditating in my heart when I sprayed the flowers. Your children and grandchildren and my children and grandchildren are reunited peacefully, and watched me spray the flowers. Finally, because the weather was too hot, I wanted to put the Phalaenopsis torn off in whole bunches. On your flower mound, among the flying petals, finally let you sleep poetically.
I came back to Taipei from the "Kaohsiung Tour", only to realize that you have a fever again. People are afraid of affecting my activities in Kaohsiung and conceal the news of your fever from me. What's more, after you were intubated to survive, you had several fevers for more than three years, and under the treatment of antibiotics, you also survived the crisis. So even the hospital did not think it was dangerous. I also wrote my Facebook page, detailing my trip to Kaohsiung. At around 11 o'clock in the morning on May 8, I suddenly got news that you have entered the "intensive care unit". I was caught off guard, and my heart ached. Immediately went straight to the hospital to see you. Although you were surrounded by many life-sustaining equipment, your condition was fine. May 9th is the 40th anniversary of my marriage with you. I went to the hospital again and spent a "relatively silent and silent" wedding anniversary with you. At that time, I still thought that with so many medical equipment to assist you, you would still return to the general ward. However, deep in my heart, there is always a voice, whispering repeatedly: "Xin Tao, let go! Don't be tortured by these pipes and appliances anymore!"
Then, you are in the intensive care unit. Every day, I'm worried and stop all the work at hand. On the night of May 23, I was having dinner and just had a bite of dinner. The hospital called and said that your condition has taken a turn for the worse and you may be leaving. I put down my job and rushed to the hospital with Zhongwei, Kejia and Shuling. Your daughter Pingheng is already in the intensive care unit, and no one else has arrived yet. I walked directly to the head of your bed and saw that you were wearing an "artificial wake-up ball and face mask". Two nurses were taking turns pinching the ball with their hands, squeezing oxygen into your mouth and nose. On the monitor next to you, your heartbeat, breathing, blood pressure... and other numbers are beating irregularly. I saw that under the transparent mask, you opened your mouth, breathing hard, and every breath seemed to exhaust your strength. I know you are leaving at last. The intubation you don’t want to survive will eventually be over! In an instant, all kinds of moods surged into my heart: Is it joy? Is it sad? Is it pain? is love? Is it liberation? I don’t want to...I don’t know, But tears have filled his eyes. I lowered my head and whispered in your ear: "Xin Tao, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here... I'm here to see you..."
A kind nurse moved a chair to me , And intimately pulled my hand into the quilt, so that I can hold your hand that is still warm, but can't move at all. For the next three hours, I held your hand like this and looked at you for an instant. I remember that I was very silent, occasionally speaking, and then repeatedly said: "Come on! Xintao, you will not It hurts again, it won’t hurt any more, it won’t hurt anymore..." I said, tears rushing into my eyes again, not wanting people to see my tears, I turned my head several times behind the curtain to wipe the tears. Why are you crying? Haven't I always hoped that you can get free soon?
In those three hours, my meeting with you, knowing each other, and loving and supporting each other over fifty years, all flashed before my eyes. Remember the era when I worked hard to help you in your career, the era when we made movies, the era when we made TV shows, and the times when we faced downturns and blows in our careers, even your children didn’t know about it... , Struggle, Struggle... We have spent so many years of youth to struggle, and finally we have a little success. You once said that you are a working cow, until you meet me, the Weaver Girl, you have the other half of your life. However, I, the Weaver Girl, from now on, for your ambition, for your sense of accomplishment, and for your fanatical attitude towards work, I worked hard to cooperate with you, writing in the early days until the fingers were broken, and later on the computer until the fingerprints were worn out. I never complained, the love you gave me satisfied me.
But, you and I are both married for the second time. At the beginning, you obviously pursued me desperately for 16 years. How much wronged me! This society has unfair views on both parties to marriage. I have been silent about remarks that denigrate me. silence! Xin Tao, I have only recently realized many truths. Silence is golden, silence is Zen, silence is tears, silence is love. Silence is even more "forbearance"! How much did I endure? God knows and earth knows, you know and I know. Especially, because the theme of my book "Before the Snow Falls" is to use your story to discuss whether the patient has autonomy? Have the right to die? This book caused an uproar. Your sons and daughters, because of two different cognitive loves, broke with me. What I can do is still "forbearance", forbearance is tears, forbearance is love, forbearance is pain, and forbearance is sorrow. At this moment when you finally breathed, I was still thinking, our encounter is my "fate"? Or is it my fate? Or is it my "catastrophe"? Isn't life made up of these three things?
During those long three hours, the family members arrived one by one, and Ping Heng kept reporting to you: "Dad! Kochi is here! Dad, Korou is here! Dad, safe in England, can’t come! Dad, Whatever can come, all are here!" At this moment, I was suddenly shocked, and I asked the attending physician who arrived: "Doctor, this'artificial resuscitation ball', if he doesn't continue to squeeze, will he leave? The doctor nodded and said yes, and said, "Leave him a breath, so that the family will be here!" Only then did I look around the Chen family and the Heping family, and an atmosphere of grief enveloped us. At this moment, the injustices, grievances, and anger in my heart... all died quietly. I asked your children: "Then, let's let Dad go away with peace of mind! Okay?" Your children nodded, and I said to the doctor, "Let him go!" The doctor motioned to the nurse to let go. The nurse's squeezing just stopped, and the number on the monitor instantly returned to zero. The hand that I held yours is getting cold! You left at 9:8 PM on May 23! I am very comforted. I have been holding your hand for the last three hours. If I ever resented you, I would forgive you too!
Xintao, you are free! I also put it down. From now on, I want to live happily and help you live back the pain of the past three years. If you know, you will smile at Jiuquan! ? As for the various stories made up by those who do not know us, I also hope that with your death, they will disappear! Let us use loving hearts to turn all the unhappiness of the past into peace.
go with peace of mind! I believe that the place where you go is without sickness, disputes, love and hatred, torture, contradictions, revenge, greed, jealousy, lies... there is no place for greed, anger, ignorance and ignorance! Go to that wonderful pure land! In your ninety-two years of life, you have had very bright and beautiful days. If a person has a soul, let the good things stay with you, and the bad things will disappear with you.
you will live foreverIn my memory. Do you remember the song I wrote? "I have counted the raindrops in front of the window, and the fallen leaves in front of the door. It is innumerable that it is the trajectory of love. Gather and disperse!" Xin Tao, gather and disperse! Life is also Yiyi, and death is also Yiyi! Yiyi and Yiyi, goodbye cannot be expected! At this point, I cried again, hopefully, this is the last time I shed tears for you! If you have the spirit, bless me in my lifetime, there will only be laughter, no tears, and live like a spark. it's OK? Okay? farewell! I love!
Your wife
Qiong Yao (Chen Zhe)
June 4, 2019
