“1、2……15、16……”她静静地数着窗外的那一株老树上的树叶。“还有22片叶子。”她叹息着,“我还能活22天吗?”她只有15岁,半年前被检查出患有白血病,父母送她到全城最好的医院,病房外有一株老树。想起曾经读过的一篇文章,她觉得老树就是她自己,一些毫无生气的叶子颓废地挂在枝头,看着只觉凄凉。“今天感觉好些了吗?”护士小姐推门进来,她敷衍似地点点头,眼睛盯着窗外。“还有22片叶子。”她对护士小姐说。护士小姐一愣,望着这个年仅15岁的女孩轻轻地叹了口气。她很清楚这个女孩的病有多严重。 “1,2...15,16...” She quietly counted the leaves on the old tree outside the window. “There are still 22 leaves.” She sighed. “Can I still live 22 days?” She was only 15 years old. He was diagnosed with leukemia half a year ago. Her parents sent her to the best hospitals in the city. Old tree. Recalling an article I once read, she thought that the old tree was her own, and some lifeless leaves hung on the branches decadently and looked desperate. “Is it better today?” Miss nurse pushed the door in. She nodded like a perfunctory stare, her eyes fixed on the window. “There are 22 leaves.” She said to the nurse. The nurse missed and looked at the 15-year-old girl who sighed gently. She is very aware of how serious the girl’s illness is.