大年三十,城市的大街小巷早已被热闹的春节气氛包裹,略微刺骨的寒风似乎也捎带了愉快的心情,柔和得多了。喜庆的大红色贴满了门窗,挤满了店铺,映衬着路人快乐的脸庞。这时的我,站在阳台边,望着窗外一个个温馨的场面,微微蹩眉——医院里难闻的药水味充斥着这间冷冷清清的病房,医生和护士的声音在 New Year's Eve, the streets of the city has long been lively atmosphere of the Spring Festival package, a bit chill wind also seems to piggyback a happy mood, much softer. Festive red covered with doors and windows, packed with shops, silhouetted against passers happy face. At this time I, standing on the balcony, looking out the window a warm scene, slightly grudge - the hospital smell of the syrup filled with this deserted ward, the voice of doctors and nurses in the