Everyone loves getting cards on their birthday. For Bailey Sellers, the card from her father is a card, one that she'll 1 forever.

    Her father, Mike Sellers, died of cancer in 2013, just a few months 2 her 17th birthday. But her dad made sure he could still 3 her special day, even in death. Before his death he prepaid a flower shop to 4 flowers and a card to her every year on her birthday. The last flowers and 5 came last week, for her 21st birthday.

    In the card 6 came with this year's flowers, Mike Sellers told his daughter, “This is my 7 letter to you until we meet again. You are and will always be the most precious 8 I was given. I will still be with you through every milestone. Just look around and there I will be.”

    9 by her late father's gesture, Sellers posted a photo of the flowers, the card and an old 10 of her dad raising her up on his shoulder during a long ago trip to the beach.

    “Miss you so much daddy,” the post 11, with a little purple heart. The post moved thousands of people, who not only 12 it but also told their own stories of how they 13 the pain of losing a parent. Sellers 14 that pain; she said she became 15 after her father's death. So now she's studying psychology（心理学）, hoping to be able to one day help people get out of the kind of 16 that once enveloped her.

    “He would be so 17 that he pulled off such a beautiful gesture, which offers an important 18 for all of us. He made people 19. He made people realize that they shouldn't take the people who 20 them for granted.”

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                                                                                               住在自己的美好里
                                                                                                      丁立梅
        ①一只鸟，蹲在楼后的杉树上，我在水池边洗碗的时候，听见它在唱歌。我在洗衣间洗衣的时候，听见它在唱歌。我泡了一杯茶，捧在手上恍惚的时候，听见它在唱歌。它唱得欢快极了，一会儿变换一种腔调，长曲更短曲。我问他：“什么鸟呢？”他探头窗外，看一眼说：“野鹦鹉吧。”
       ②春天，杉树的绿来得晚，其它植物早已绿得蓬勃，叶在风中招惹得春风醉。杉树们还是一副大睡未醒的样子，沉在自己的梦境里，光秃秃的枝丫上，春光了无痕。这只鸟才不管这些呢，它自管自地蹲在杉树上，把日子唱得一派明媚。偶有过路的鸟雀来，花喜鹊，或是小麻雀，它们都是耐不住寂寞的，叽叽喳喳一番，就又飞到更热闹的地方去了。唯独它，仿佛负了某项使命似的，守着这些杉树，不停地唱啊唱，一定要把杉树唤醒。
       ③那些杉树，都有五六层楼房高，主干笔直地指向天空。据说当年栽植它们的，是一个学校的校长，他领了一批孩子来，把树苗一棵一棵栽下去。一年又一年，春去春又回，杉树长高了，长粗了。校长却老了，走了。这里的建筑拆掉一批，又重建一批，竟没有人碰过它们，它们完好无损地，甚或是无忧无虑地生长着。
       ④我走过那些杉树旁，会想一想那个校长的样子。我没见过他，连照片也没有。我在心里勾画着我想像中的形象：清瘦，矍铄，戴金边眼镜，文质彬彬。过去的文人，大抵这个模样。我在碧蓝的天空下笑，在鸟的欢叫声中笑，一些人走远了，却把气息留下来，你自觉也好，不自觉也好，你会处处感觉到他的存在。
        ⑤鸟从这棵杉树上，跳到那棵杉树上。楼后有老妇人，一边洗着一个咸菜坛子，一边仰了脸冲树顶说话：“你叫什么叫呀，乐什么呢！”鸟不理她，继续它的欢唱。老妇人再仰头看一会，独自笑了。飒飒秋风里，我曾看见她在一架扁豆花下读书，书摊在膝上，她读得很吃力，用手指着书，一字一字往前挪，念念有声。那样的画面，安宁、静谧。夕阳无限好。
       ⑥某天，突然听她的邻居在我耳边私语，说那个老妇人神经有些不正常。“不信，你走近了瞧，她的书，十有八九是倒着拿的，她根本不识字。不过，她死掉的老头子，以前倒是很有学问的。”
       ⑦听了，有些惊诧。再走过她时，我仔细看她，却看不出半点感伤。她衣着整洁，头发已灰白，却像个小姑娘似的，梳成两只小辫，活泼地搭在肩上。她抬头冲我笑一笑，继续埋头做她的事，看书，或在空地上打理一些花草。
        ⑧我蹲下去看她的花。一排的鸢尾花，开得像紫蝴蝶舞蹁跹。而在那一大丛鸢尾花下，我惊奇地发现了一种小野花，不过米粒大小。它们安静地盛放着，粉蓝粉蓝的，模样动人。我想起不知在哪儿看到的一句话：你知道它时，它开着花，你不知道它时，它依然开着花。是的是的，它住在自己的美好里。亦如那只鸟，亦如那个老妇人，亦如这个尘世中，我所不知道的那些默默无闻的生命。
        ⑨大凡这些，都是住在自己的美好里……