一年之季始于春,春天来了,应该是充满憧憬希望的季节。可是我想躲都躲不掉。过敏性鼻炎的痛苦是我对春天唯一的印象,而且一年比一年症状严重。这次尽然连续两个月还不见好转,终于忍无可忍,跑去看医生了。去药房拿药的痛苦则仅次于鼻炎。不知道为什么,明明工作人员的数量和来拿药的病人数量差不多,怎么就能让每个人等上30-40分钟呢?看看贴在窗口上方的大幅标语“WORLD CLASS SERVICE”(世界级服务)只觉得太讽刺。就这水平,还世界级?经理是干什么吃的?正在心情极度烦躁的时候,发现身边坐着的一个老太太面貌安详静静地在等候。为了打发时间,我主动与她攀谈起来,才发现她是个癌症患者,正在经历严酷的化疗。我问她治疗进展如何,她苦笑说要等到半年以后才知道效果如何,现在头发掉得厉害,吃完东西都要吐一半出来。不过她说她对这里的医生们都很满意,自己也有信心战胜病魔,不会轻言放弃。我除了佩服,还有惭愧。自己的一点点不舒服,比起她所承受的病痛,真是不值一提。因为过敏性鼻炎的季节性,连带着讨厌春天这个季节,是否太消极?
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."