单调的苍白,刺鼻的消毒水味道,杂乱的针管,来来往往走过的人也只是眼前掠过的一抹白。两边呼吸接近停止的重病患者,却不允许家人的探望,沉重压抑的气氛让人窒息。我坐在妈妈床边享受着特别看望的机会,现在的她肩头、手臂、下肢全身布满针管,深入皮肤,刺进血管,每次靠近她我的手都会不自觉地颤抖。妈妈头发零乱散在病床上,面色苍白,眼窝深陷,用力地动了动嘴唇对我说:“帮我盛碗汤。”我 Monotonous pale, pungent disinfectant water taste, messy needle, coming and going people just pass in front of a touch of white. Close to stop breathing on both sides of the critically ill patients, but did not allow family visits, heavy repressed atmosphere suffocating. I was sitting in bed next to my mother to enjoy special visits, and now her shoulders, arms, lower extremities covered with syringes, penetrating the skin, piercing the blood vessels, every time close to her my hand will unconsciously tremble. Mother hair mess scattered in bed, pale, deep eyes, forced to move his lips to me: “Help me Sheng bowl of soup. ” I