隔着玻璃窗,望着病床上悲催的儿子,万宝万箭穿心!他真希望躺在重症室的是自己,而不是儿子。他心里腾地蹿出一股无名火,吞噬着五脏六腑。他不知道该把这股无名火发向哪里?入秋,白天的长度短斤少两地缩着水,太阳也像归心似箭的上班族,沿着西边匆匆坠落。云彩犹如离开生命的血液,由鲜红变成暗红,最终黯黑下来。天 Across the window, looking at the bed sad reminder son, Wanbao million arrow through! He really want to lie in the critical care unit is himself, not his son. His heart Tengdian an unknown fire, devouring the internal organs. He did not know where to put this nameless fire? In the autumn, the length of the day dwarfed less than two shrinking water, the sun is like a home-like office workers, hurried down along the west. The cloud is like leaving the blood of life, from bright red to dark red, eventually dark down. day