8死亡是美丽的。我写下这个题目时天正下着秋天的雨。我第一次觉得死亡是美丽的就是一个正值秋雨的日子。那时我约五岁半,住在医院里。那时我几乎长年住医院,住在儿童病房,等着我的腿好起来,回到市委保育院大班那群快乐的孩子们中间去。一天,我住进了白色的病房里,四周静极了, 8 death is beautiful. The rain falls in autumn when I write this question. The first time I think death is beautiful is a time of autumn. At that time I was about five and a half years old living in a hospital. At that time, I lived in a hospital for almost all years and lived in a children’s ward waiting for my legs to get better and return to the joyful children in the big school of the Municipal Nursing Home. One day, I lived in a white ward, surrounded by static,