冬日里的一个早晨,我和家人踩在吱吱作响的雪地上,朝医院走去。这一天是我做剖腹产手术的日子。路边白皑皑的雪映亮了天,空中还飘着雪花,路人行色匆匆,自行其是。家离医院很近,近到我还来不及忐忑就被医生领到了手术室。我抱着宝宝的衣服、包被和产后腹带,独自一人站在冰冷冷的手术室里。当我躺在窄小的手术台上,周围的医疗器械显得那样冷酷无情,我感觉自己就像躺在冰冷的雪地上,四周还飘落着雪花。 One morning in winter, my family and I stepped on creaking snow and headed for the hospital. This day is the day I did a caesarean section. White snow-capped roadside reflects the sky, the sky is still floating snow, passers-by hurry, their own. Home close to the hospital, near to I was too late to be the doctor received the operating room. I hugged my baby’s clothes, wrapped my abdomen, and stood alone in the icy operating room. When I was lying on a narrow operating table, the medical devices around me seemed so cruel that I felt like I was lying on the cold snow with the snow falling around.