“你听过花开的声音吗 ?”这一句话一直在我脑里荡漾。那时 ,父亲因脚的问题 ,住进了医院。每到中午时分母亲就提着丰盛的饭菜 ,带着我去医院。医院到处是一片黯淡 ,来往的人都是低着头。空气里弥漫着药味。也许来晚了 ,病房里的人大都睡着了 ,连在死亡边缘挣扎的人都得到片刻? “Have you heard the flowers blossom?” This sentence has been in my mind. At that time, my father was admitted to the hospital because of the problem of his feet. Everyday at noon his mother carried a sumptuous meal and took me to the hospital. The hospital is bleak everywhere, people are bowed head to head. Filled with the smell of the air. Perhaps late, wards are mostly asleep, and even those who are struggling on the edge of death have been a moment?