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多年前的那个除夕之夜,他独自躺在一家医院的病床上辗转反侧。同室的病人大都回家过年去了;留下的几位,床前早围满了前来探望的亲友,他们的欢笑声不时在不大的病室里弥漫张扬。仅仅一床之隔,这种欢乐的气氛离他却是那么遥远,没有人去注意躺在墙角里的他。这时,一个穿白大褂的护士小姐走过来,轻声地说:“新年好。一定很想家吧。”说着将一盘水果放在他的面前。他赶忙扭过头去,眼里忽然变得朦胧一片。
Years before New Year’s Eve, he was lying alone in a hospital bed tossing and turning. Most of the patients in the same room go home for the New Year; the few left behind, bedtime full of friends and relatives who come to visit, their laughter from time to time in the small room filled with publicity. Just a bed, the joy of this atmosphere is so far away from him, no one to pay attention to him lying in the corner. At this moment, a young nurse in a white lab coat came and whispered: “Happy New Year. I must miss my home.” He said to put a plate of fruit in front of him. He quickly turned around, his eyes suddenly become dim.