写在最前自从出院后,自己似乎也不曾提笔写下过什么,在惨白的病房和寂寞共枕的那些个日夜,我常回想起那个晚上你们的心急如焚,你们的如释重负,以及你们的声声祷告,记忆深处常会有一根纤细的针刺痛了神经,麻痹了的是那些夜以继日湮没的痛楚,敏感了的是历尽沧桑日渐憔悴的快乐与笑脸,希望在你们一言一语 Written in the forefront Ever since I was discharged from the hospital, I did not seem to have mentioned anything. In the wretched wards and lonesome days and nights, I often recall your anxiety that night, your relief and your voice Prayer, memory, there is often a slender acupuncture pain nerves, paralysis is the pain of oblivion all night long, sensitive to experiencing the vicissitudes of life increasingly haggard happy and smiling face, I hope in your words and deeds