琳甩了甩酸痛的胳膊,终于折完了。望着面前一大堆五彩缤纷的千纸鹤,琳舒心地笑了。九百九十九只纸鹤,竟折了两年多时间,可真慢啊!窗外早已是春意盎然了,可是自己呢?真不知道还能活多久……看看一旁坐着看书的母亲,琳觉得眼中湿湿的。两年多了,昂贵的医药费几乎把母亲纤弱的双肩压垮,这该死的白血病,为什么偏偏落在自己身上呢?而这两年多 Lin dumped her sore arm and finally finished folding. Looking at a large pile of colorful paper cranes in front of him, Lin smiled comfortably. The nine hundred and ninety-nine paper cranes, actually folded for more than two years, can be really slow! It is already spring outside the window, but what about you? I really don’t know how long I can live... Look at the mother reading a book sitting aside. Lin felt wet in her eyes. After more than two years, the expensive medical expenses almost crushed the slender shoulders of her mother. Why should this bloody leukemia fall to him? For more than two years?