在上上个世纪的某一个萧瑟的秋天,一位年轻的女艺术家因肺病不支,终于躺倒在床。望着窗外惟一的景致——攀墙而升的一片藤叶,唏嘘着自己年轻而短暂的生命。在那个古老的年代,肺病即绝症。她默数着这片象征生命的藤叶一天天凋零、飘落,感叹着生命之火正在渐渐熄灭。就在只剩下最 In a bleak autumn of the last century, a young female artist was finally lying in bed because of lung disease. Looked out the only scene outside the window - a vine leaf that rises up against the wall, taking advantage of his young and short life. In that old age, lung disease was a terminal illness. She silently counted the vine leaf that symbolizes life and faded every day. She sighed at the fact that the fire of life was gradually being extinguished. Just the most left