去年四月份,最美好的人间四月天,我一直认为健康的妹妹住院了。外面的孩子正在青葱的草地里,兴高采烈地嬉戏、追逐。可是年幼的她,躺在病床上,懒得翻身,一动不动。第一次在医院见到她,就觉得她像极了一只漏气的皮球,面色苍白,毫无血色,迷迷糊糊的模样直叫人心疼。丝丝阳光透过纱窗,升起一圈淡淡的光轮,顿时让我倍感凄凉。护士推来一个小推车,哗啦哗啦的,满是吊瓶和注射用具。一个个极细的针头,散发着丝丝寒意。我旁观着,不知该把双手放在何处。不 In April last year, the best day of April, I always thought that a healthy sister was hospitalized. Out of the children are lush grass, happily frolic, chasing. But young she, lying in bed, too lazy to stand up, motionless. The first time she saw her at the hospital, she felt like a very leaky ball, pale, blood-free and stumbled. Fisheye sunlight through the window, raised a touch of light wheel, suddenly let me feel desolate. Nurses push a small cart, crashing, full of bottles and injection apparatus. A very fine needle, exudes slightest chill. I am watching, I do not know where to put his hands. Do not