这已经是第四十个清晨了,我一直在等待着奇迹发生。照例,我去食堂买了可口的早饭,来到病房。一进门,我就立即换上香甜的笑容。那笑容比粥还浓稠。干爹,吃饭了。我微笑着,柔声说。然后俯身,轻轻地扶起病床上的老人。娃呀,你也吃吧。老人笑眯眯的脸上皱纹密布像一张破旧的渔网。我已经吃过了。干爹,你快点吃,一会儿别凉了。我边说边拿过勺子慢慢喂给他,一勺饭,一勺咸菜,再一勺饭,一勺咸菜。老人吃得很享受。他微眯着眼睛, This is the fortieth early morning, and I’ve been waiting for a miracle to happen. As usual, I went to the canteen to buy delicious breakfast and came to the ward. Once inside, I immediately put on a sweet smile. That smile is thicker than porridge. Godfather, eating out. I am smiling, softly said. Then leaned over and gently raised the bed of the elderly. Baby, you eat it. The smiling face of the elderly wrinkled like a shabby fishing nets. I’ve eaten. Godfather, you eat quickly, while not cool. I said while getting a spoon slowly fed him, a spoonful of rice, a spoonful of pickles, another spoonful of rice, a spoonful of pickles. The elderly eat very enjoyable. He micro-squint