从病房到手术室的距离很短,不过两三百米。窗外正值寒冬腊月,我的心也像那些树一样,被萧瑟的寒风吹得摇摆颤抖。不过,还好有你,我的母亲。你紧紧攥着我的手,支撑着我,让我走完了这恍若隔世的距离。一路上,你的手缓缓涌出黏腻的汗,你的语气微微发抖,像一枚 From the ward to the operating room is very short, but two or three hundred meters. Outside the window is the winter and the twilight, my heart is like those trees, was bleak cold wind shaking shaking. However, it is nice to have you, my mother. You clutched my hand tightly, supporting me, let me walk through the distance of this intrusive. Along the way, your hand slowly pouring sticky sweat, your tone slightly shivering, like a