去看望一位生病的长者。就在我住过的病房楼的一层,那年我住十一层。初夏,暴雨将至,从十一楼窗口往下望,园子里茂密的树冠痛快淋漓地摇曳,有这样的观感大概是因为当时已逃离死亡。出院那天,一路上盯着浓绿的树冠看也看不够,当时心想以后除了树就什么也不看,不看那些树冠背后芜杂的商店芜杂的商品。刚从只能见到一角天空的病房里放出来,本真的活着的切是最亲切的朋友。而此刻坐在病床前,听病人细数从 Go visit a sick elder. On the first floor of the ward building where I lived, I lived eleven floors that year. Early summer, the torrential rain is approaching, looking down from the window of the 11th floor, the tree-lined canopy in the garden swaying, probably because of the sense of fled at the time. Discharged the day, staring at the dark green canopy along the way to see enough to see at that time in addition to the tree did not look at anything, do not look at those crowns behind the canopy of miscellaneous goods. Just out of the ward that can only see a corner of the sky, this really alive cut is the most kind friend. At the moment sitting in front of the bed, listen to patient breakdown from