What do people think one minute before they die?

What do people think 1 minute before they die? If you don't understand these, these are very sad things, and it is true that people can see beautiful things when they are alive.

Let me talk about our description of this in rural Hunan! It's a little ghost, but it happens all the time. Let's not talk about this, but it can be used as entertainment:

65438+ 0 minutes before I died, I knew I was about to leave this colorful world, and my eyes would be hallucinated. Seeing parents and relatives come and go, people who are deeply obsessed with it will be painful but irreversible, and they are worried about people who can't let go. People who let go will explain their own affairs, tell their families to live well and leave peacefully; Those who have done too many bad things before their death will magnify the bad things. They are afraid of Yan Luowang's trial and are unwilling to leave painfully.

65438+ 0 minutes after death, the brain cells are still active, the function has been destroyed, but the soul is still there. They will go through all the places they have experienced in their lives, just like the instantaneous transfer of space. At this time, it is like judging themselves. They will have to experience right and wrong until they fall into darkness and are taken away by a light.

Be a man with awe, do more good deeds, accumulate more virtues, live well, cherish everything around you, cherish every day as if it were the last, and let yourself have no regrets every day, even if it is life or death.

Do you think about it a minute before you die?

Do you know you have to ask? A man will be unconscious a few days before he dies, and he can still take care of his own thoughts. When the disease goes against him, he may just want to die quickly.

I have experienced death. In fact, people think nothing when they are dying, and their brains are blank. The person next to you can still feel it when talking, but at that time, the brain function began to stop working and people began to enter a severe coma. As for others who say they will see something unclean, it is impossible to see it, because I have never seen it, so I don't believe it really exists.

It was March 20th, 20 13, and there had just been a heavy snow in Beijing. I got up that morning and saw the snow outside. I was very excited. When I got up, I moved a little bit, and then my stomach began to feel uncomfortable. My husband also said that I don't know how to get up gently when I am pregnant with a child. I ignored him and went straight to bed.

At first, my stomach was only slightly painful, and I could bear the pain. I also told my husband that you should go to work quickly so as not to be late. He was not feeling well and said he would leave later. Later, when he saw that I was in a bad state, he asked the boss for leave and said that he would take a taxi to the hospital after my stomach stopped hurting. I said, okay. It's about ten o'clock, and my stomach is getting more and more painful, making it difficult to breathe. I said, don't wait any longer I can hardly breathe. Call an ambulance. If I wait any longer, I may hang up. He heard what I said and saw my pale face. He was so scared that he called an ambulance. However, there is no free ambulance in the nearby hospital. After calling for a quarter of an hour without a car, my husband was anxious. The people at the ambulance station said that if you call 999, they probably have a car. Sure enough, there was a car over there, and they came in less than ten minutes. By the time they came, I had begun to slowly enter a coma, but outsiders could still hear me clearly. I only heard them say that my blood vessel was flat, I couldn't get an intravenous drip, and there was a traffic jam on the road.

I knew nothing when I entered the hospital. When I woke up, it was already ten o'clock at night, and the operation had been completed for several hours. Later, the doctor told me that my fallopian tube was ruptured, and my abdominal cavity was full of blood when I came, totaling 2500 ml, saying that I was a little late when I arrived at the hospital, and I was lucky to be alive. So I am very grateful to the doctors in that hospital, who later gave birth to my child in their hospital.

Therefore, only after experiencing life and death can we know the value of life. As for what we can think before we die, our brains are almost closed. What else can we think of? The computer crashed with a black screen, let alone doing anything extra.

Thank you for your question! I tried to answer.

About "What do people think one minute before they die?" . In fact, any answer is just a guess. After all, nobody has experienced it, right?

But it does not prevent everyone from expressing their opinions on this issue.

Let me express two views for your reference:

First of all, I will see more thoroughly before I die. Before I die, I will feel that what society pursues is meaningless, and I will begin to care about what society cares about.

This is what I heard from an old gentleman in Taiwan Province Province. He said that what everyone's society pursues will become meaningless before they die, and they will begin to ignore what society cares about.

Therefore, when you visit people who are seriously ill or dying, you can accompany them to express your condolences. Don't be hypocritical and polite, especially talk too much about worldly things.

Because I will not cling to reality before I die, I will clearly see what is a trade-off.

Second, I think the most perfect state before death is Aetna's departure. The greatest fear of death is imagination. Scare yourself, thinking is horrible and complicated.

I remember Mr. Chen Danqing talking about the death he saw nearby. He said that when people die, they are dead. The process is actually very pale and powerless.

In fact, there is not so much imagination and ritual in death.

The scariest thing about death is imagination, if you think very complicated and have a lot of imagination. Because it can't be verified. Will subconsciously increase their infinite fear of death, which is terror.

However, there is a saying in our tradition that "I don't know life, I don't know death", which means "I don't fear death if I know how to live".

So the key is to live in the present.

When you die, you may leave no regrets, no complaints, no guilt, and go with an open mind.

In fact, many older people in our old base are like this, and finally they face death very calmly and antai.

That's my question about "What do people think one minute before they die". The answer to this question is for your reference only. Thank you!

Let me answer this question.

I can say that no one knows what people think one minute before they die, just guessing. Let me talk about my experience, just as idle spray.

A colleague of mine who worked before had a better understanding of Chinese medicine and learned a lot from him. I also began to like Chinese medicine from then on. I heard him say that willow branches boil water to clear fire. I really felt a fire in those days, and my throat was dry and there was phlegm. I took the initiative to find some fresh willow branches, cut them into 15 cm long at home, tied a bunch with a thick rope at the mouth of the bowl, and cooked them in aluminum pot for 40 minutes. I stopped the fire, and when the water stopped heating, I saw that the water was dark red, so I filled a cup with my usual cup. It's time for dinner.

Unexpectedly, after about 30 minutes, I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my stomach, and then I wanted to throw up. I rushed to the bathroom and immediately threw up all over the floor. My wife hurried to get water, washed her mouth and just lay down, not only wanting to vomit, but also having loose bowels. I vomited for about half an hour and felt dizzy. I saw two people. My wife helped me to bed, and my stomach was finished. ! He did come. He came on foot, but he didn't bring anything. As soon as he entered the room, he ran home to get medical equipment. When he came home, I was already in a semi-coma. I can still hear what is said outside, but I can't open my eyes. I thought that I would forget death. During that time, I didn't think too much and I was not afraid of death. I feel so relieved that I don't think about anything. As a whole, people are dead, motionless, only to hear that their wives are so anxious that they can't hear clearly, and their brains are blank, and they want to vomit, but they can't spit out anything and can't get up.

When the doctor comes, give me an infusion at once. After a while, the vomiting stopped and I could open my eyes. The doctor smiled and said, nothing. Just take some medicine after transfusion. You are poisoned. A twig is enough to put out the fire. It's strange that you used a bundle of it to compete.

After this incident, I realized that death is not terrible, but a sense of relief. As for what I was thinking a minute before I died, I think everyone is different. Someone must have thought about it, but we really don't know.

I dare not talk nonsense about this question, but I can only talk about the situation here before my father died.

My father died of stomach cancer, and after suffering from the illness for eight months, he finally left us forever on the second day of October 20 12. The day before was the first day of October, the folk "Cold Clothes Festival". I remember it was dark when I got home from work that day. I walked into the room and said "Dad, I'm home" as usual. My father fell asleep with his face to the door, but his eyes looked at me and he didn't say anything but nodded gently. Later, I said I would burn October paper for my ancestors. My father suddenly said, "What if it's so dark outside and scares you?" My nose suddenly turned sour. My father used to accuse me of being too unmanly, but now he is so worried about me that he can't let me go at the end of his life! I held back my tears and told my father in a relaxed tone that I would only burn paper on the roadside outside the gate and would not go far. Hearing this, my father just nodded his head. When I came back from burning paper, my father and I sat on the sofa beside my father's bed. My father never said a word again, nor fell asleep, but kept blinking. In this way, until twelve o'clock in the evening, my mother let me sleep and said that she would call me if anything happened.

At 7 o'clock the next morning, it was not completely bright. Hearing my mother crying, I rushed over. At that time, my father was unconscious, his eyes were open but there was no light, his mouth was open and he was panting. I held my father's hand and felt that there was no heat in my hand. I'll get someone to cover my dad with a shroud and lay him flat. My father just stared at the ceiling, gasping for air with his mouth wide open, his voice was loud and his body fluctuated violently. That was the first time I really understood the meaning of dying unsatisfied. Looking at my father's painful appearance, I can't control myself anymore. I knelt by the bed and sobbed and said to my father, "Dad, let's go. I can take care of this family and take care of my mother! " After that, my father's breathing gradually subsided until it finally stopped completely. ...

This is my father's last moment in the world, and I will never forget it.

Is it okay?

Never see the beauty of nature again! Don't worry about everything anymore!

I will never see my relatives again!

Never see friends and family again!

What am I supposed to think? Yu Shichang resigned! !

This topic, only people who have experienced accidents, been seriously ill, or have severe depression are qualified to answer this question.

1 When I was in my twenties, I once went to the city by bus. At that time, the bus was very broken and there was no limit to the number of passengers. The hood was crowded with people. I sat on the toolbox behind the driver, and the bus driver twisted his neck while driving, chatting with an acquaintance of his. The car was driving so fast that I could hear the roar of the bus engine.

I am very dissatisfied with the driver's chat, and I am also very helpless. Just as the driver twisted his neck and chatted in full swing, the passengers sitting on the hood exclaimed. There is a big truck parked in front, so there is no time to brake. It is estimated that the braking system is also very poor. The driver slammed the steering wheel to the left and the bus rushed directly into the ditch on the side of the road. All the passengers sitting on the hood fell off the front windshield of the car.

I sat behind the driver, bumped into the driver's seat and stained my face with flowers. Because I witnessed the whole accident, only a few seconds before and after. From the moment I saw the big truck, I thought, "It's over, it's over, I gave up my life."

Two people sitting on the hood died and the others suffered multiple fractures. This feeling of surviving the robbery has always been fresh in my memory. I suggest you drive safely.

At the age of 44, one night in winter, near ten o'clock, I suddenly felt numb in my mouth, and the frequency of oral numbness was getting higher and higher. I clearly realized that there was something wrong with my body and immediately decided to go to the hospital.

When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I explained the situation to the doctor. The doctor said it should be a precursor of cerebral infarction, prescribed several drugs for me, and immediately arranged for me to be hospitalized for infusion. I suddenly can't move or talk during infusion. It was a strong sense of death. When I saw Amitabha leading all the Bodhisattvas, smiling and floating in front of me, I was chanting in my heart: "I still have parents who need me to support the elderly, and my children are still young." Amitabha led the bodhisattvas to turn away. After three or four minutes, I felt as if I were not sick, moving, talking and losing my mouth. In retrospect, I am glad that I had a strong sense of prevention at that time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

I am an old smoker and smoke three packs a day. I know the harm of smoking. One day when I was 47 years old, I made up my mind to give up smoking. It felt good not to smoke for a day. But at six or seven o'clock in the evening, I suddenly involuntarily wanted to jump from the upstairs, breathing was extremely difficult, my chest was oppressed, and I felt extremely dying.

At the provincial hospital, he was diagnosed as manic depression caused by withdrawal. This kind of near-death feeling often happens, and I dare not cross the bridge to live in the building, knowing that I will jump involuntarily.

When the feeling of death comes, I can't breathe, and my heart is particularly uncomfortable. I can't live for a minute, and my heart is extremely scared and collapsed. After several years of treatment and regular medication, I am much better now.

People with depression tend to make others feel melodramatic. In fact, depression is a terrible disease with a high mortality rate. Nowadays, due to the pressure of life, many people suffer from depression. The whole society, especially the families of patients, should understand the harm of depression and actively help patients with depression.

Last year 10, my father was diagnosed with cancer.

65438+1operated on the afternoon of October 24th. I was 50 years old and left in less than two months. It's been almost a year now, and I dream about him almost every two or three days.

Just after the operation, he can still eat and walk. Slowly, he can't sleep all night because of the pain, and then his hands and feet can't move at all until he is completely speechless.

In the last few nights, I stayed with him without saying anything, just staying quietly. Explain the last words and tell us that everything should be relaxed. He has achieved nothing in his life. The only pride of rural people is that a pair of children went to college. As for what he was thinking, I didn't ask, I didn't experience life and death, and I was completely confused.

On the morning before I died, I suddenly said a lot, had a good appetite and ate a bowl of rice. Then I spit out all the black juice. Always told me that there were two old people outside the window and asked me to pour them water. When I said I couldn't see it, he repeatedly asked people around him if they saw it. Half an hour later, when I came back from a sleep, I was already unconscious, and he didn't respond. I only saw two tears in the corner of my eye.

I suddenly want to cry when I write here.

This question is meaningless.

People who have died won't tell you. People who have never died have no experience of death.

It is true that there is a near-death experience circulating in society. Actually, that's not death. After death, it's like the light goes out. Where is the feedback?

The "ghosts and gods" derived from this are also deceptive. From generation to generation, there is superstition when there is inheritance. I'm not afraid to walk at night without inheritance.

Some superstitions are very convincing. Who has seen them? What does it look like?

I accept superstitious views and have preconceived ideas in my mind, so when I encounter such an environment, ideas come into being. This is also called conditioned reflex.

What will you think before you die? One thing is certain: I don't want to die!