身患重病的爸爸,卧在床上打点滴。望着那一滴滴液体进入他枯枝一样的身体,我在问自己:生命到底是什么?生命的标点究竟在哪里?———题记我平静了躁动的心,寻找着生命的标点。一个人从年轻到衰老,每一个阶段都有迥然不同的风景。一位哲人说过:春天的鲜花固然娇美,但秋天金色的果 Dad, who is seriously ill, lays down on the bed. Looking at the drop of liquid into his dead tree-like body, I was asking myself: What is life? Where is the punctuation of life? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Inscription I calm the restless heart, and look for the punctuation of life. From a young age to a person, each stage has a very different landscape. A philosopher said: Spring flowers are beautiful, but autumn golden fruits