那年初夏,我刚好十五岁。纯真无忧的花季年华,却因为一场病,使我住进了医院。每天面对着四面雪白的墙壁,蹂躏着单色的床单,还必须坚持不懈地去做痛苦的治疗。我不是什么伟人,这种如坐针毡的日子,我受够了!!我盯着桌子上的水果刀,或许它可以是解脱我的工具。年少的我想到了自杀,可是死亡毕竟是可怕的,窗外熟悉又陌生的吵闹声将我拉回另一个世界:有一种来自遥远的声音让我觉得无比舒适。恍惚间,我仿佛看到 Early summer of that year, I was just fifteen years old. Pure and carefree youthful, but because of a disease, so I admitted to the hospital. Every day facing the white walls, ravaged monochrome sheets, but also must unswervingly do the painful treatment. I am not a great man, such a needle-felt day, I had enough !! I stared at the fruit knife on the table, perhaps it can be my tools to be free. When I was young, I thought of suicide, but death was horrible after all. The familiar and unfamiliar noise outside the window took me back to another world. There was a kind of voice from far away that made me feel very comfortable. Trance, I seem to see