我的心在等候我坐在手术室外的长椅上,手里翻着书,书名《不能承受生命之轻》。周围静得出奇,甚至能听得见蚂蚁走路的喘气声。从窗户望出去,可以看见不远处的碧波荡漾的河水,横跨在河面上的大桥,桥上行驶的车辆,望见两岸依依的垂柳,柳间散步的人。书架上那么多书,我也不清楚当时怎么就拿了这本。当时买了好几本昆德拉的,唯独这本没看。它似乎就 My heart is waiting for me to sit on a bench outside the operating room with a book in my hand, “I can not bear the weight of life.” Quiet around the very surprising, and even can hear the ants to walk the gasping sound. Looked out from the window, you can see not far from the rippling blue water, across the bridge in the river, the vehicles on the bridge, I saw the weeping willow cross-strait, willow walk. So many books on the shelves, I do not know how took this. Several Kundera bought at the time, but this did not see this. It seems like it