英语翻译所有的人都期待奇迹发生,所有的人都在盼望yan重生的那一刻.很多市民来到医院看望yan,网上很多网民都在问候这位

英语翻译
所有的人都期待奇迹发生,所有的人都在盼望yan重生的那一刻.很多市民来到医院看望yan,网上很多网民都在问候这位可怜的孩子,她的生命让陌生的世界撒满了光明.
那段时间,病房里堆满了鲜花和水果,到处弥漫着醉人的芬芳.
两个月化疗,yan陆续闯过了9次治疗难关,感染性休克、败血症、溶血、消化道大出血……每次都逢凶化吉.由省内甚至国内权威儿童血液病专家共同会诊确定的化疗方案,效果很好,“白血病”本身已经被完全控制了!所有人都在企盼着yan康复的好消息.
但是,化疗药物使用后可能引起的并发症非常可怕.而与别的很多白血病孩子比较,佘艳的体质差很多.经此手术后她的体质更差了.
8月20日清晨,她问T：“阿姨,他们为什么要给我捐款?”
“因为,他们都是善良人.”
“阿姨,我也做善良人.”
“你自然是善良人.善良的人要相互帮助,就会变得更加善良.”
yan从枕头下摸出一个数学作业本,递给T：“阿姨,这是我的遗书……”
T大惊,连忙打开一看,果然是yan安排的后事.这是一个年仅8岁的垂危孩子,趴在病床上用铅笔写了三页纸的《遗书》.由于孩子太小,有些字还不会写,且有个别错别字.看得出整篇文章并不是一气呵成写完的,分成了六段.这里全部是关于她离世后的“拜托”,以及她想通过记者向全社会关心她的人表达“感谢”与“再见”.
“阿姨再见,我们在梦中见.T阿姨,我爸爸房子要垮了.爸爸不要生气,不要跳楼.T阿姨你要看好我爸爸.阿姨,医我的钱给我们学校一点点,多谢阿姨给红十字会会长说.我死后,把剩下的钱给那些和我一样病的人,让他们的病好起来……”
这封遗书的最后一句,让记者无法停止哭泣,“我来过,我很乖 .”
8月22日,由于消化道出血,几乎一个月不能吃东西而靠输液支撑的yan,第一次“偷吃东西”,她掰了一块方便面塞进嘴里.很快消化道出血加重,医生护士紧急给她输血、输液……看着yan腹痛难忍、痛苦不堪的样子,医生护士都哭了,大家都愿意帮她分担痛苦,可是,想尽各种办法还是无济于事.8岁的yan终于远离病魔的摧残,安详离去.
可能你看完会觉得这与我的题目并不相符,其实不然.如果我是金钱的主人,我一定会把钱多分给这些有需要的人.如果yan的家庭不是那么的贫困,大概很多事都会变得不一样.在金钱面前,有人失去理智,有人抛弃亲情,有人自私贪婪,有多少人能做到这样呢,做到跟一个八岁小女孩一样.如果我是金钱的主人,我一定会把钱分给有需要,心地善良的人,至少他们不会把钱当做一个工具,做一些不道德的事.这个世界会更美好一些!

Everyone was expecting a miracle. Everyone was looking forward to the rebirth of Yan. Many citizens visited Yan in the hospital, while numerous netters sent their regards to the poor child through the internet. Her life shone on all corners of this world, with which she had not familiarized yet.
During that period, her ward was packed with flower and fruit, perfuming the air within and beyond.
Her two-month chemotherapy treatment was marked by 9 clinical hurdles, including infectious shock, blood poisoning, hemolysis, alimentary tract hemorrhage, etc. She survived every one of them. The chemotherapy treatment scheme jointly designed by provincial and national authoritative experts in children hematopathy worked well. The leukemia was finally brought under control. Everyone was expecting the good news of Yan's recovery.
However, chemotherapy may lead to horrible complications. Yan was physically weaker than many of the children with leukemia and had become even weaker after the operation.
In the morning on 20th August, she asked T: "Can you tell me why they are donating money to me, auntie?"
"Because they are kind persons."
"I will be a kind person too, auntie."
"Of course you are. Kind persons should help each other and will hence become even kinder."
Yan then took an arithmetic exercise book from under her pillow and handed it to T. "This is my testament, auntie."
The open-mouthed T immediately looked inside the book and did find the post-death arrangements of Yan. That, was a three-page "testament" wirtten with a pencil by an eight-year-old possibly dying kid, crouching on her bed. The kid was so young that many words were either unknown to her or erroneously written. It was also obvious that the "testament" was not composed in a continuous manner. It was divided into six paragraphs, which were filled with "please" for her after-death wishes and the "thank you" and "fare well" she wanted to say through the reporter to all those who had been caring about her.
"Good bye, auntie! We shall meet again in your dreams. My father's house is about to collapse, Auntie T. Don't get upset, father. Don't jump from high buildings. Auntie T, you must take good care of my father. Auntie, please give some of the money intended for my treatment to my school, and thank you auntie for telling this to the president of the Red Cross. After my death, please give the remaining money to those having the same illness as mine, so that they can get well..."
The last sentence in the testament triggered unstoppable tears from the reporter; "I have been here. I have been well-behaved."
On 22nd August, after almost one-month's infusion to remediate her inability to eat naturally due to alimentary tract hemorrhage, Yan stealthily took her first bite on a piece of instant noodle she broke off from a pack. This quickly worsened her alimentary tract hemorrhage. All emergency measures were immediately taken. In view of the pain Yan was suffering, doctors and nurses wept. Everyone was willing to relieve her by taking over the pain if they could. However, all practicable measures and efforts were in vain. The eight-year-old Yan was finally relieved from all her sufferings and made her final departure peacefully.
After reading all this, you may conclude that what I have written is unrelated to the subject of my article. It is related however. If I am the master of money, I will certainly share my money with all those in need. Should Yan be in a wealthy family, things may have been different. In front of wealth, people may lose ther rationality, abandon their relatives or become selfish and greedy. How many can do what an eight-year-old girl had done. If I am the master of money, I will definitely share my money with those in need and those with a kind heart because, at least, they will not use money as a tool to perform indecent deeds. That way, this world may become a better place to live.