Guest Book / 亲朋寄语

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孙维携女儿孙熙 wrote on 2015-06-23 on am6:30:
伴我们的天使

追忆着曾经美好的时光
思念是你天使般的脸庞
珮玉琉璃世间原本无双
云里雾里竟然两世相望
一生苦短你却如此匆忙
路路坎坷不必留恋彷徨
走出红尘超脱便是天堂
好好徜徉在幸福的路上

师珮云我们爱你!一路走好!
山里人 wrote on 2015-06-23 on am5:45:
小珮云:我见你唯一的一次,是你四、五岁的时候。你大大的眼睛,圆圆的脸,天真活泼,聪明伶俐,能说会道,说话像个小大人。当时我对你姥爷说:这是个小“人精”。多年来,对你的印象就定格在这里。
十多年后,你长成了大姑娘了,令人心碎的是,我看见的只是你的遗像。像片上的你,面带微笑,是个美丽端庄、楚楚动人的大姑娘。从你稍稍憔悴的脸上,我看到病痛对你的折磨,看到了你对病魔斗争的坚強毅力。从此我又联想到,你在国外打拚的父母、家人,为你的成长付出了多少艰辛和汗水。你匆匆地来了,给他们带来无限的欢乐和希望;你匆匆地离去,给他们留下了永久的痛和回忆。小珮云哪,你不该这么匆匆地来,又匆匆地离去!
愿你牢记父母、家人的恩惠,无忧无虑地生活在天堂里。
五姥爷宋荫培
Ashley Terpsma wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm10:17:
Beautiful Sonata,
It was such a pleasure to get to know you while you were on our unit. You brought so much light and laughter to 3F everyday.
Your smile and positive attitude will be remembered always along with your 'ode to bed' poem.
-Ashley xx
沈灵椿 MIKE 马 VIVIAN 严培 wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm9:10:
珮云:
珮云,你现在是天国的精灵,请在夜里不要让爸爸妈妈流泪了好吗?他们把你放在了灵魂的最深处,永远永远珍惜着你,呵护着你,请你在爸爸妈妈梦里说一声:女儿永不会离开。
我们都是你爸爸妈妈的好朋友,是合伙人,我们没有见过你,但是我们了解你比了解你的爸爸还多。每一次相聚,爸爸都会提起你,他每一次都会夸奖你说:我的女儿最懂事,我创业不管多辛苦,回到家都要快快乐乐地给女儿看,因为她会心疼我的犹豫,担心我的压力,但是她从不说出来,只是一次次的给我坚强的笑容。
我们无地自容。
现在你远行了,但是你永远在我们心中。你放心吧,我们会是爸爸妈妈一辈子的朋友,我们绝不会让他们孤单,我们答应你让他们慢慢地快乐,我们会是你们永远的朋友。

师兄壮年失爱女
闻声洒泪夜不宁
君心坦荡朋友众
劳燕衔泥慈父情
天伦不忍悲年少
亲亲难耐女独行
我兄长痛今宜止
人生一世本空灵
Laura Griffiths wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm8:16:
Dearest Sonata,
Caring for you in hospital was a privilege, memories of time spent with you will stay with me all of my days.
You smiled your smile and laughed your infectious laugh in the path of adversity, you stood tall, proud and brave in the face of pain and suffering.
Your huge generous heart should be a lesson to us all. You will forever be a credit to your wonderful and loving family - Laura x
叶方、晓云 wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm8:06:
珮云,当你结束了在亲人们身边的日子,我们知道你踏上了新的旅程,永远地离开了我们!

这条路途对世人而言是神秘的,是我们所不知的,所以,亲人们为你担忧,为你惦念,你能明白吗?孩子,你先我们而去了,因为你去的路也是每个世人所必须经历的,所以我相信,我们还会再见面的!亲人们还会再见面的!

孩子,你离开后的日子,对于你的爸爸、妈妈,姥姥、姥爷,对于所有的亲人们来说,是苦楚的,是阴郁的。可你留下的回忆,确是那么的美好,那么的清新,仿佛间还带着芬芳。上天为何如此吝啬?难道美好的东西都注定短暂么?我们想改变这些,但是无能为力。

翻开关于你的记忆,回顾你的相册,孩子,你的脸庞依然写满了稚气,写满了骄傲,你的一颦一笑,居然带给了我们那么多的欢笑。好想再为你做餐美味,好想再带你出去玩耍,但这一切都因你的匆匆离去,变得遥不可及了。孩子,我们想念你!

豆姐,姐夫,作为父母,我们知道面对这一切有多难,有多痛。与孩子这一世相视的微笑,亦或是紧紧地拥抱,在这时,不得不放下了。生活还得继续。相信只有你们相互地扶持,坚毅地走出阴霾,才能让孩子的在天之灵得到慰籍!

珮云,你是好孩子,不管前路是平坦、是坎坷,都请你保持坚毅,一路走好……

舅舅叶方、舅妈晓云
锦程 wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm7:45:
亲爱的Sonata:
得知你的离去我们全家都非常悲痛。我和你的小弟弟说着你的过往,眼泪止不住的流下,爱你的人心都碎了。
你会是天堂最美的天使,愿你在天堂幸福快乐。我们会为你祷告。请你保佑爱你的人。
三姨姥姥 wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm7:32:
祭。
珮云——我们的最爱
竟离开七日了。三姨姥姥撕心裂肺地想念你。老天太狠了,只顾把你夺走不顾及世间的亲人。沛沛,我还愿意叫你最早的小名,那时你多健康、活泼、可爱,带给我们无数的欢乐,在公园、在商场、在车上、在游泳馆、在欧洲……多少人为你动人的美丽而倾倒……但八岁后你竞得了这可怕可恨的病,现在彩云散了,无法挽回你短暂的生命。我不敢看、不敢想,没有文字、没有语言来表达我的心痛。只愿你一路走好去往天堂。你的妈妈、爸爸、姥姥、姥爷我们会尽心尽力地照顾帮助他们。
珮云,放心吧!
三姨姥姥致
2015.6.21
赵蓉(jasmine) & 高鹏 wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm3:26:
亲爱的Sonata,
我们还记得在你家第一次抱你,你那璨谰的笑容,第一和小Bill参加你在IKEA开的生日会,第一次见你在白石小剧院的舞台上展示你那动听的歌喉,你是那么甜美,温馨,倩柔,你是我们心中永远的小天使。
LUKE HOU wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm1:16:
虽然我们从未谋面,但你已是我生命中闪亮的人物。 天生丽质,天赋异禀出自父母,但永不放弃的精神出自你,没有什么比这更闪亮。 是的,至终我们都将结束,在这地上本无永恒。但那些闪亮夜空的光,长留心中的笑,奋力前行的背影,会伴我们直到终点; 感谢上帝派你来,愿你回到那至善的永恒中,继续欢笑,弹琴,跳舞,歌唱,并深深注视着地上爱你的人们。
Katrina Lo wrote on 2015-06-22 on pm12:40:
Dear Sonata,

Your last essay still sits on my desktop. I have not yet marked it. It is hard to believe that you are gone, that I will no longer tutor you on Skype every Friday. You improved so much in the last year that I often wondered how much more I had to teach you. You rose to any challenge, any new lesson, no matter how difficult, and accordingly, challenged me as a teacher in the best ways possible. I found myself inspired to come up with more complex lessons or to adapt university-level concepts and material to your high school curriculum.

Still now, so many days later, I cannot believe that you will not text me to say, "Are we still having a lesson this Friday?" or "Ahh this essay topic is sooo hard!" Still, you linger, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, forever cheerful, forever hopeful, in my mind's eye as I recite the notes to other students, notes that I never had to dumb down for you. I hear you groan at the words you penned in preparation for an exam you will never now write. Words that you thought were too cheesy and clunky and imperfect, but which you let me save so that I could show other students and hear them say, "Wow!" I want you to know that I still use your narrative essay as an exemplar for my other students. And I want you to know that every single one of them have responded with, "Omg, this is so good. I wish I could write like that." I want you to know that you have inspired and will continue to inspire students for years to come.

You never let yourself be defined by your illness. In our lessons, you never once complained that you were feeling sick or tired or that you needed a break, but focused always instead on a future brimful with possibilities. And at this moment of exam preparation, when students are in full-fledged agitation, memorization and hand-wringing over trying to come up with a convincing and touching personal narrative of learning, pain, and survival, all I can think about is how, amidst the relentless tubes and needles and beeping machines, you told an indignant tale
about the mom next room who stole your yogurt.

So how can I say goodbye? How can I say goodbye when your last essay still sits unmarked on my desktop, and my last text message to you was "see you friday"? What can I say in response to the news? What condolences, what words of comfort do not ring hollow in the face of your family’s devastation? What cheesy, clunky, imperfect words are left that have not already echoed in the empty air a hundred thousand times and littered the ground like bandaids fallen off a gaping wound? What words are there to cauterize heartbreak?

I do not know. But I open Skype, and I can see the pop-up singing "Sonata Shi is video-calling you." I click accept, the call connects, and your face appears on the screen, wide-eyed, forever cheerful, forever hopeful, trilling an upbeat "Hi!" and "I'm good!" when I ask how you're doing. And I hear you say that you wish you could write like me and that I inspire you, but really, truly, you were the one who inspired me. And now you are gone, and I will miss you more than you could ever imagine. Sonata, your last essay still sits on my desktop. I will not mark it. But I won't delete it either.
宋海静 wrote on 2015-06-22 on am5:18:
亲爱的Sonata宝贝,

虽然我们不曾相见,但照片里的你是那么的可爱、聪慧和坚强,上天注定你就是天使,作为家人我为你感到骄傲。
你早逝的生命令我悲痛与惋惜,愿你在天堂没有病痛与忧伤,像天使一样幸福、快乐。
我相信你并没有离开,而是作为生活中一道亮丽的阳光守护着你最爱的家人。

姨姨海静
Sonny wrote on 2015-06-22 on am2:49:
珮珮,珮珮,珮珮,你在哪儿?人们说你走了再也不会回来了,我不信,我到祁家豁子你姥爷的家里就一定会找到你,我们不是在那儿见了好多次面了吗,我们不是说过以后我们还要一起画画,一起到阳光明媚的室外去写生。你会画出许多美丽的图画,画累了我们就回家,回到家里我还要给你讲许多奇妙的故事听。我还会给你带去好多你喜欢的书,书里也有美丽的图画。还要带给你你没看过的动画片,那你该多高兴啊。,你为什吗不等我了?就这样绝情的走了。我知道即使我走遍人间天涯海角也不会再见到你了。你知道吗为此我的心我的整个身体痛苦地颤抖,我流出了许多的眼泪。我的嗓子哽咽住了。我的小珮珮你还记得吗?你小的时候我抱着你,你学我说话‘粉条不是皮筋’逗笑了大家伙。好多年过去了你早已经不怕水舀子皮筋了吧。几年以后你又来北京了你长大了,长成一个美丽的小姑娘,自己能跳美丽的舞蹈(自编自演)。我看见你专心致志的吃面条你姥姥说你最喜欢吃面条。我打算让你尝尝我炸的酱我做的鸡蛋西红柿卤,你准爱吃。现在就这样的小事儿也办不成了,神灵我问你这是为什吗?我的眼泪流向心里,催人老,珮云我说过的话我们的约定会实现的,将来在天国我们还有你的亲人我们永远幸福快乐的在一起。你妈妈的小舅舅。
王岚,Angela 和李群 wrote on 2015-06-22 on am12:17:
Dear Sonata,

不信,不信, 还是不信,你就这样与我们人天永隔难再聚,唯有泪雨化作绵绵的思念。

视频里你银铃般的欢声笑语依在, 童时和Angela一起玩跷跷板,因失去平衡双双翻滚在地, 却依旧快活无限。告诉我,去哪里寻你,再现你与小伙伴间无拘无束的追逐和叫喊。

芭蕾课上,你认真,投入。一举手一抬足无不显露舞者的风范。 课下又欢畅的加入小伙伴的热聊,唧唧咋咋好不热闹。 告诉我,去哪里寻你, 好多小伙伴还在期待你的加入。

你和Angela同样师从Julia,可从来你就是她的榜样。你的一曲曲时而激情充沛,时而温婉细腻的表演,让我们深深为之陶醉。告诉我,去哪里寻你,再聆听一次那魂牵梦绕之音。

亲爱的Sonata, 我们的心永远和你在一起!
Robert wrote on 2015-06-21 on pm11:52:
Sonata,
You lit up a room and everyone loved you. You always had a smile on your face and would always laugh at my jokes. I feel honoured having known you and every day I will appreciate more having known you.
Rob
刘恒 wrote on 2015-06-21 on pm11:35:
Sonata,

叔叔今天找了你以前很多的照片,本想这些照片是留在我退休时翻看的,可如今只能看这些照片来怀念你。你永远是叔叔心中最美丽,最聪慧的小姑娘!你如天上的花童下凡,如今又回到了天上。从此欢笑和快乐只能凝固在这些照片上,永远与我们相伴!

为你祷告,愿真爱守护着你,在天堂永远快乐无忧!

刘恒叔叔
宋海威 wrote on 2015-06-21 on pm8:35:
Dear Sonata,
虽然你我从未谋面,但从你第一天呱呱落地的那一刻,就注定了我们是一家人,流着相同的血脉,有着一颗善良的心。你一定是上天派来的小天使,用你的天真感染着我们,用你的乐观打动着我们,用你的坚韧激励着我们。很难想象你那幼小单薄的身躯里隐藏了多大的能量,你一定是天使才能有如此承受力。
我现在也是一位女儿的父亲,那种如获珍宝的心情,相信你的父母也一样体会过。上帝把你派来与我们共享人世间的情和爱、聚和散,让你的生命在我们心中划过一道炫丽的彩虹,会永远都珍藏在我们心中,我们心存感激。
如今你永离我们,化作一颗闪耀的星星,照亮我们相思的夜空。你仍作天使,守护着这份人间真情,愿我们永远都是一家人,不离不弃。

舅舅海威
海英、小专 wrote on 2015-06-21 on pm8:32:
可爱的小天使在最美的花季走了,此时此刻,我们能感受到家人撕心裂肺的痛,任何安慰的话语都显得苍白无力。你是那么的优秀、可爱、美丽…..在人间得到了家人熨帖入骨般的爱,我想在最后的时刻,他们多想用自己的生命换你留下……愿在天堂里用你纯美的笑容祝福家人坚强地过好今后的生活。
Robert Gu wrote on 2015-06-21 on pm7:05:
宋京、Steven:

今天是Sonata离开大家的第六天,我们始终无法接受这个残酷的消息,作为朋友,你们的悲伤我们感同身受!为了寄托我们的哀思,我们与小群两家人,今天共同送上鲜花以示悼念。

我们时常回忆起和Sonata相处的时光,她是那样的高贵而自持,在病痛的折磨下,始终不放弃追求自己的人生目标,就像个天使一样出现在我们的生命中。她的坚强和乐观感染了我们,让我们的每一天都充满了对生活的赞美和感激。

我们想,Sonata最后的时刻也没有放弃,她很棒。没有辜负大家。她希望我们能对得起每一天珍惜每一天,为梦想而奋斗,永不言败。困难的时候就想想她。她就一直在我们身边,从未离开过,她的美丽和坚强永远埋藏在我们的心底!Sonata,我们为有你这样的朋友而骄傲!祝福你!

2015年6月20日晨
Vanna wrote on 2015-06-21 on pm4:29:
Dear Sonata,

I'm so, so sorry.
I'm so sorry I never bothered to call you again. I'm so sorry I let that fight build a giant wall between us.
I'm so sorry I somehow thought my happiness was worth more than your well-being.
I'm so sorry I'm so selfish.
I keep hearing people telling me that I should write my feelings down, that'll it'll bring me peace to mind. My mom just came into my room not long ago, telling me that everyone else had already written their letters. But I don't know what to say. You were always the strong-minded person, the one who always had goals and knows exactly what to say. Words were your thing. Even know, without your beating heart, you can probably strings words to sense better than I.
This message is just full of regret and hatred. I hate those stories of when people die, they suddenly become the centre of glory and everyone suddenly became their best friend. I hate myself for being that person, exactly. How I didn't talk to you towards the end.
I feel like I don't even deserve to grieve.
I hate the flowers I had to pick for you. "What's her favourite colour?" the florist asked. Like picking dead beautiful flowers, sticking them together into a bouquet will make things better.
Dead flowers for dead people, I guess.
I would ask your forgiveness, for my stupidity, but you're a little too dead for me to do that. I'm just gonna hope you didn't hate me completely. I deeply cherish the memories we had. So, so many memories. Memories that dates back to the time since we began to walk. Our friendship wasn't perfect, but it was amazing still. I know my memory isn't great, and most of my childhood is fuzzy in my brain, but the moments with you are bright patches in my mind.

I'll never forget you.
Vanna