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父亲偶得闲暇,趁晚灯初上,对月煮香茗。我在灯下将笔尖与作业纸磨得窸窣作响。熟悉的喟叹又在耳边响起:“唉,你说你表亲堂亲这么多,怎么就没人愿随我学医呢?”话里问的是别人,暗藏的言外之声却拐着弯冲着我的耳朵,幽幽地不容许我默不作声。我心不在焉地回应:“太累。”父亲拍桌长叹:“三百六十行,哪有不累的?”我不再作答。再提笔,却又不知从何而落,最终对着满天繁星无声地叹了一口气。哪里是因为累呢?只是紫外线下,那份生命难以置信之重,让我无从面对。医理即真理,手术刀起,手术刀落,模糊了多少生死。
Even his father spare time, take advantage of the evening light at the beginning of the month cooking tea. I sharpened the nib and job paper under the lamp. Familiar sigh and sounded in the ear: “Oh, you say so much cousin cousin, how no one is willing to learn medicine with me?” The words asked others, the hidden voice of the word but turned Bending to my ear, faintly do not allow me to silence. I absently responded: “too tired. ” Father made a sigh at the table: “Three hundred and sixty lines, where there is not tired? ” I will not answer. Then mention the pen, but I do not know where to come, finally facing the starry sky sigh. Where is it because of tired? Only under ultraviolet light, that life incredible weight, so I have no way to face. Medical or truth, scalpel, scalpel fell, how much life and death blurred.