椿十五岁那年生了一场病,咳嗽,断断续续的,起初以为是感冒,但很久也不见好。后来拖得严重了,去医院做检查,是重度肺炎。那个春天真是难熬,就像窗外没完没了的沙尘暴。刚入院的时候,会有朋友来看她,叽叽喳喳的,被护士赶了出去。时间久了,大家都忙功课,也只是打电话和她八卦一小会儿。而大多数时间,她就半躺在那里,看透明药水一点点进入自己的血管。像寂寞无语的青春期。窗子外面的春天快过完的时候,小 Chun fifteen was born a disease that year, cough, intermittent, initially thought it was a cold, but a long time did not see good. Then dragged serious, went to the hospital for examination, is severe pneumonia. That spring is really tough, like an endless dust storm out the window. Just admitted to the hospital, there will be friends to see her, twitter, was nurses out. Over time, we are all busy homework, but also just call and her gossip for a little while. Most of the time, she lay there halfway, watching the transparent syrup a little bit into her veins. Like lonely speechless adolescence. The spring outside the window is almost over, little