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蓝色给我们带来的不仅是美丽,有时会是一种回忆。
“你喜欢蓝色吗?”蓝蓝躺在病床上笑着问。
这是我们见面时她说的一句话。我冲她笑了笑:“有一些了。”
我看出她很兴奋,不停地抚摸着她已经没有头发的脑袋。
她得的什么病我并不知道,只是猜测或许和我爷爷一样的癌症。我是因为照顾爷爷才认识她的,但我不相信这样可爱的小姑娘会得上这么可怕的病。
看样子她比我小,小多少我不知道,我唯一知道的是她喜欢蓝色。
那是我们第一次谈话,“你喜欢什么颜色?”蓝蓝歪着光光的脑袋问我。
“嗯―绿色。”
蓝蓝点点头。
“你呢?”我知道她在等我问她。“你猜?”“红色?黄色?紫色?还是……”
“哎呀,你真笨,我喜欢蓝色!”我马上装出恍然大悟的样子。
其实都知道她喜欢蓝色,她不仅叫蓝蓝,而且所有的生活用品都是蓝色的。突然她凑近了我:“你也喜欢蓝色好吗?”
“为什么?”我故意逗她。她慢慢低下了头,“如果我死了,世界上就会少一个喜欢蓝色的人,蓝色会不高兴的。”我的鼻子有些酸。
她看我不说话,又说:“你可以慢慢地喜欢,不过……”“我答应你,我会喜欢蓝色的!”我怕我的眼泪流下来。从那以后每次我见蓝蓝,她都要问我这个问题,我那天的回答令她很满意。
晚上做了一个梦,梦见蓝蓝的病好了。第二天一大早就向医院跑去,想快一点告诉她这个好消息。面对那一张空空的病床我呆若木鸡。她走了。她是一个蓝色的生命。她走了,她把蓝色留下来。她没有让蓝色失望,我的心底永远有一抹蓝色……
Blue color brings us not lonely beauty but also memories sometimes.
“Do you like blue color?”asked Blue smilingly, in her sick bed.
This was what she said to me when we met.I smiled,“Just a bit.”
I perceived she became excited for she kept scratching her bare head.
I did not know what illness she was suffering from but I guessed she, like my grandfather, perhaps had cancer. Because I went to the ward to attend on Grandfather, I became acquainted with her. I could not believe so lovely a girl had caught such a deadly illness.
She looked young but I had no idea how many years younger she was than I. The only thing I knew of her was that she had a fancy for blue.
“Which color do you like?” asked she, tilting her bare head when we talked for the first time.
“Eh, green.”
She nodded.
“And you?” I knew she was expecting me to ask her.
“Guess at it.”“Red? Yellow? Purple? Or...”
“Ah, how silly you are! I like blue!” At once I pretended I suddenly saw the light.
In fact we all knew blue was her favorite color because not only she was called Blue but everything she used was of blue color.Drawing herself nearer to me suddenly, she said,“Be fond of blue, will you?”
“Why?” I teased her on purpose. She lowered her head slowly and said,“If I die, one person is lost from those whose favorite color is blue, which will displease blue.” I felt a bit distressed.Noticing I said nothing, she said, “You can like it gradually but ...”
“I promise,”I put in, fearing tears would run down my cheeks, “I will like it. ”She must be very satisfied with my answer that day for afterwards she would ask the same question each time she saw me.
One night I had a dream and I dreamt she had recovered from her illness. I scurried to the hospital to tell her the good omen early next morning but I was dumbstruck to see her sick bed empty. She withered away. She, a blue creature, passed away, leaving blue behind in the world. She does not disappoint blue for a touch of that color will remain forever in the bottom of my heart.
“你喜欢蓝色吗?”蓝蓝躺在病床上笑着问。
这是我们见面时她说的一句话。我冲她笑了笑:“有一些了。”
我看出她很兴奋,不停地抚摸着她已经没有头发的脑袋。
她得的什么病我并不知道,只是猜测或许和我爷爷一样的癌症。我是因为照顾爷爷才认识她的,但我不相信这样可爱的小姑娘会得上这么可怕的病。
看样子她比我小,小多少我不知道,我唯一知道的是她喜欢蓝色。
那是我们第一次谈话,“你喜欢什么颜色?”蓝蓝歪着光光的脑袋问我。
“嗯―绿色。”
蓝蓝点点头。
“你呢?”我知道她在等我问她。“你猜?”“红色?黄色?紫色?还是……”
“哎呀,你真笨,我喜欢蓝色!”我马上装出恍然大悟的样子。
其实都知道她喜欢蓝色,她不仅叫蓝蓝,而且所有的生活用品都是蓝色的。突然她凑近了我:“你也喜欢蓝色好吗?”
“为什么?”我故意逗她。她慢慢低下了头,“如果我死了,世界上就会少一个喜欢蓝色的人,蓝色会不高兴的。”我的鼻子有些酸。
她看我不说话,又说:“你可以慢慢地喜欢,不过……”“我答应你,我会喜欢蓝色的!”我怕我的眼泪流下来。从那以后每次我见蓝蓝,她都要问我这个问题,我那天的回答令她很满意。
晚上做了一个梦,梦见蓝蓝的病好了。第二天一大早就向医院跑去,想快一点告诉她这个好消息。面对那一张空空的病床我呆若木鸡。她走了。她是一个蓝色的生命。她走了,她把蓝色留下来。她没有让蓝色失望,我的心底永远有一抹蓝色……
Blue color brings us not lonely beauty but also memories sometimes.
“Do you like blue color?”asked Blue smilingly, in her sick bed.
This was what she said to me when we met.I smiled,“Just a bit.”
I perceived she became excited for she kept scratching her bare head.
I did not know what illness she was suffering from but I guessed she, like my grandfather, perhaps had cancer. Because I went to the ward to attend on Grandfather, I became acquainted with her. I could not believe so lovely a girl had caught such a deadly illness.
She looked young but I had no idea how many years younger she was than I. The only thing I knew of her was that she had a fancy for blue.
“Which color do you like?” asked she, tilting her bare head when we talked for the first time.
“Eh, green.”
She nodded.
“And you?” I knew she was expecting me to ask her.
“Guess at it.”“Red? Yellow? Purple? Or...”
“Ah, how silly you are! I like blue!” At once I pretended I suddenly saw the light.
In fact we all knew blue was her favorite color because not only she was called Blue but everything she used was of blue color.Drawing herself nearer to me suddenly, she said,“Be fond of blue, will you?”
“Why?” I teased her on purpose. She lowered her head slowly and said,“If I die, one person is lost from those whose favorite color is blue, which will displease blue.” I felt a bit distressed.Noticing I said nothing, she said, “You can like it gradually but ...”
“I promise,”I put in, fearing tears would run down my cheeks, “I will like it. ”She must be very satisfied with my answer that day for afterwards she would ask the same question each time she saw me.
One night I had a dream and I dreamt she had recovered from her illness. I scurried to the hospital to tell her the good omen early next morning but I was dumbstruck to see her sick bed empty. She withered away. She, a blue creature, passed away, leaving blue behind in the world. She does not disappoint blue for a touch of that color will remain forever in the bottom of my heart.