年年花开,春秋如故,病房中忙碌的少年,不知换了多少次面孔,苍老了青涩,磨砺了青锋,悬壶于天南海北。月落星起,洁白的床单上不知有过怎样的生死,何张病床不去人,宁静之中暗流着几家悲喜,聚散无常。是昔今日,它月流年。曾几何时,当我来到神经外科这个神奇的地方时,便发现在大家平稳而有序的忙乱中是不是会有一个人忽然间闯进来,就好像《红楼梦》中林黛玉进贾府凤姐出场的那折子,众人皆小声行事,恐惊到 Year after year, spring and autumn, ward busy boy, I do not know how many times for the face, old Sentimental, tempered Qingfeng, hanging pot in the sky. On the moonrise, the white sheets do not know what kind of life and death, what beds do not go to people, quiet in the dark with a few sorrows and joys, gather together impermanence. It is today, it fleeting. Once upon a time, when I came to this magical place of neurosurgery, I found out that in a steady and orderly fuss, would anyone suddenly broke into it, like the “Dream of Red Mansions” in which Ms. Lin went to Jiafu Xifeng Excuse me, everyone is whispering, fear frightened