三月的天,乍寒乍暖,我患了感冒,由母亲陪着,去医院打吊针。医院打针室里人很多,我只有坐着“硬座”眼巴巴地望着对面“软卧”上躺着的老人。正当我呆呆地、漫无目的地看老人时,病房门忽然被推开,一对父女疾步走了进来。父亲略高,发顶秃了一大片,脸上的沧桑感随皱纹折折叠叠,每一处凸凹都折射着为生活奔波 March day, at first glance warm, I had a cold, accompanied by his mother, go to the hospital to play the needle. Hospital injection room a lot of people, I only sit “hard seat ” looking down at the opposite “soft lying ” lying on the elderly. As I stare, aimlessly looking at the elderly, the ward door was suddenly pushed open, and a pair of father and daughter walked quickly. His father slightly high, hair bald a large area, the vicissitudes of his face folded with wrinkles fold, every convex and concave are refracted to run around life