记忆如同一个水笼头,一旦开启,曾经的人和事便会从心底流出。2009年的冬天特别寒冷。12月的一天下午,我在病区的医生办公室,一位姑娘走进来。年纪不大,束着马尾辫,脸色却异常苍白,似乎有些孱弱。她看见我,柔声问:“你好!我想找梁主任,请问他在吗?”“他不在。”她流露出无奈:“好的,谢谢您!” Memory as a faucet, once opened, people and things will have flowed out of my heart. The winter of 2009 is particularly cold. One afternoon in December, I came in with a girl at the ward’s doctor’s office. Not old, ponytail, his face was unusually pale, it seems a bit weak. She saw me, softly asked: “Hello! I want to find Director Liang, is he there? ” “He is not.” She said helpless: “Well, thank you! ”