我的病就像一块零碎的积木拼图,花花绿绿胡乱无章地凑在一起,让所有人找不到期待的色彩和方向。这所有的人,包括我的丈夫,我的邻居,还有医院的医生和护士。我静静地躺在那张铺着雪白床单的床上,微闭着双眼,呼吸走走停停,停停走走,像困倦带来的迷离与理由。或是心灵感应,我似看到,我的丈夫站在我的身旁,抑或蜷伏在某个墙角痴痴地看着来来往往的行人,茫无所措。一会儿站起身,一会儿蹲下去,一会儿焦 My illness is like a piece of jigsaw puzzles, colorful and random together, so that everyone can not find the color and direction of expectations. All of them, including my husband, my neighbor, and hospital doctors and nurses. I was lying quietly on the bed covered with white sheets, with my eyes slightly closed, breath stopped and stopped, walked away, blurred and drowsy. Or telepathy, I seem to see my husband standing by my side, or curled up in a corner of the journeying pedestrians, indifferent. A while later stood up, while squatting for a while coke