夜幕微垂,素白,荡满病床。“快睡。”他轻拍柔肩,心却惆怅。她的不安,让他眼角泛起波光。心痛,却佯装坚强:“我送医生红包,确保明天手术顺畅。”“现在的医生啊,没钱不救命,丧心病狂。”手术顺利。他心中有欢喜更有彷徨。后期化疗。家贫如洗,哪有滋补高汤?妻,患乳癌,命在旦夕。天使折断羽翼。疼痛的心,血染诗行。夜幕微垂,真情叩门窗:“大叔,您送我的红包,还有科室捐款。病愈 Micro-hung night, plain white, full of beds. ”Go to sleep. “ He pat soft shoulders, but the heart is melancholy. Her anxiety, let his eyes panic. Heartache, but pretending to be strong: ”I sent a doctor red envelope to ensure that surgery is smooth tomorrow. “ ”Now the doctor ah, no money is not life-saving, frenzied.“ ”The operation went well. There is more joy in his heart. Late chemotherapy. Poverty, such as washing, where nourishing soup? Wife, suffering from breast cancer, life at ease. Angel broken wings. Painful heart, bloody poetic line. Micro-hung night, the truth knock doors and windows: "Uncle, you send my red envelopes, as well as department donations.