"Can you come to see me tomorrow?"The little pale boy asked me with his eager eyes."Yes,surely i'll come,wait for me!"I waved good-bye to him and closed the ward's door lightly. As a medical student,it's my first time to practised in the hospital.I was a little excited and agitated to observe what's going on among these lives.The little boy was just thirteen years old.i can never forgot the time when i first met him.his blood almost defiled his sheet all over,"I'm very sorry to dirty the white sheet,doctor",he spoke to me very politely."No,you shouldn't have to be sorry",I said with a strange tone.And then i knew he had got DRC.That little boy often told me his lovely hometown ,his lovely little friends and his lovely-silly things."They are waitting for me to come back...",his eyes shined brightly as if his fellows would smile and wave hands to him in front of us... The next day was coming.A nice day.i bought a bounch of fresh flowers and had planned to give him a surprise."hey.see what i've bought to you!"when i push the door open--the bed was empty."no!"i cried to myself,"the boy died last night",one patient told me."Why left us so hastily?"I could do nothing but sit in his bed ,in my white work cloths...A gentle palm clapped my shoulder .It was my teacher. "Don't be sad,we could see new babies were born ,and the dead bodies were driven away by the car through years.you know such kind of things happened everyday,or everywhere.just like the sun rises and sets,like tide flows and ebbs...".Maybe it is the circle of natural,the circle of life?I don't know.But being as a doctor,we shall know better how fragile life is,and we could understand better how much life means to everyone,how much we should cherish our lives--not only for us but also for our patients .Yes,none of us know what leave for our rest lives.What we can do is to treasure every single day,trying to make it as beautiful as it would.I looked up through the window,the sun's getting red and big."can you see it,little boy?"
*********************************************************************************I believe taht basically you write for two people,yourself to try to amke it absolutly perfect:or if not that then wonderful.then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead. --Hemingway
