打我来那天,你的阳台上就放着一盆绿油油的植物。记得我是一瘸一拐地进来的。我躺在病床上,不单单能望见枯燥呆板的白色天花板,还能望见那片绿油油的春色。我问你那是什么花草,你说是菊花。这话让我惊诧,病痛把我折磨得忘了时令,我糊涂得竟把这丰盈的秋季当成了春天。你说,人和花一样,都是从春季过来的。你的想法也暗示着你的向往,我们需要成熟的秋季,更渴望播种的春天!我哭了,不知道自己是怎样从乍暖还寒的春天走过来的,日子在一 The day I hit me, there was a green plant on your balcony. I remember I came in limpingly. I lay in bed, not only to see the dull white ceiling, but also to see that piece of green spring color. I ask you what flowers, you say it is daisy. I was amazed by these words, I was tortured to forget the seasonal pain, I am confused actually this abundance of autumn as a spring. You say, people, like flowers, come from spring. Your thoughts also imply your yearning, we need a mature autumn, more desperate to sow the spring! I cried, I do not know how I came from the warm spring, the days in a