已经想不起来那天去医院的场景了,是晴天,还是雨天,抑或是阴天。就是觉得有点闷,胸口发凉,舌尖发腥。当然这些感觉这段时间一直有,身上似乎没有哪里不在痛,去医院那天也是一样的。唯一不一样的是,换了个诊所,医生说的那句话她记住了——回去试试,用用蒲公英吧。脑子里浮现的是那花絮随风飘动的绒毛,洋洋洒洒,游荡在整个天空。他曾经跟她说过,蒲公英虽然漂亮,却是随风而走的,没 Can not remember the scene that day went to the hospital, is sunny, or rainy, or cloudy. Is that a little boring, chest cool, tongue fishy. Of course, these feelings have been there for this period of time, there is no body where there is no pain, go to the hospital that day is the same. The only difference is that, for a clinic, the doctor said the phrase she remembered - go back and try it, use it with dandelion. What emerges in my head is that fluff fluttering in the wind, eloquent, wandering in the sky. He had told her that dandelion, though beautiful, was gone in the wind