一初冬来临,寒气里仿佛带着夜晚的阴影,一点点渗透到我的生活。我向单位告了假,独自坐在窗前晒太阳。朝北的房间,阳光极为稀疏淡薄,耳畔似有落木萧萧的声音。于是,临时起意,想去追寻一片红杉林。三天前,我在医院做了个活检,医生用钳子从我身体某部位取下三块组织,浸泡在福尔马林液中,送进病理实验室。五天后取结果,工作人员从口罩后面吐出一句话来。已经过了三天时间,我想象着,那三片苍白失血的组织一定已经经过处理,被石蜡包埋、切片、制片、常规染色、中性树胶封片,正等待医生在高倍放大镜下 A winter approaching, the cold as if with the shadow of the night, a little bit of penetration into my life. I reported to the unit leave, sitting alone in the window of the sun. North-facing room, the sun is extremely thin light, like falling wood rustling sound. So, a temporary proposition, want to pursue a Sequoia forest. Three days ago, I had a biopsy in the hospital. The doctor used forceps to take three pieces of tissue from my body, soaked in formalin, and sent to the pathology lab. After five days to take results, the staff spit out a word from the mask. Three days have passed since I imagined that the three pale, blood-lost tissues must have been treated, paraffin-embedded, sectioned, film-formed, routinely stained, and stained with neutral gum, waiting for the doctor under high magnification