这火是不会熄的,我们将当它的燃料。这脚步是不会停的,行走是为了不朽。——题记是秋季,医院手术室里的灯蓦地熄灭,走出门的白大褂说着电影台词般的句子。于是,守在门口的亲友们绝望了,他们痛苦着、哭号着。我却惊讶地发现,有一个年轻的医师听到那些声音后,脚下一踉跄。他摘下手套,默默后退一步,倚在墙壁上。他将脸掩在双手中,似是陪着那些哭号的人们一起垂泪,身影萧索。正犹疑着,走廊那一头又传来催促声,手术室 This fire is not extinguished, we will be its fuel. This step will not stop, walking is for immortality. - Inscription is the fall, the hospital operating room lights out to go out, a white coat out of the door talking about the lines of the movie lines. So, friends and family who keep at the door desperate, they are painful, crying. I was surprised to find out that a young physician heard the voices and stumbled. He took off his gloves, silently took a step back and leaned against the wall. He covered his face in both hands, seems to be accompanied by those crying tears weeping, sluggish figure. Is hesitating, the corridor that came again to urge the sound, the operating room