Once upon a time, in the same small room in a big hospital, there lived two seriously ill people. The room is very small, only one window can see the outside world. As part of the treatment, one of the men was allowed to sit in bed for an hour (which was related to the fluid discharged from his lungs). His bed is next to the window. But the other man had to lie flat all the time. Every afternoon, when the man next to the window is called to time, he will kill time by describing what he saw outside. The window obviously overlooks a park with a lake. There are ducks and Shawan in the lake. Children come to throw bread and play with model boats. Young couples walk hand in hand under the tree, where there are flowers and grass, as well as softball games. In the back, behind the edge of the tree, there is a beautiful view of the city skyline. The person lying on his back will listen to another person describing all this and enjoy every minute. He heard that a child almost fell into the lake and how beautiful those girls in summer clothes were. His friend's description finally made him feel that he could almost see what was happening outside. Later, on a sunny afternoon, it suddenly occurred to him: Why can the man sitting by the window see what is happening? Why can't I get this chance? He felt ashamed, but the harder he tried not to think about it, the more he wanted to change. He will do anything! One night, while he was staring at the ceiling, another man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking, and his hand fumbled for the button to make the nurse run. But the man watched motionless-even if the breathing stopped. In the morning, the nurse found another man dead and quietly took his body away. It looked passable, so the man asked if he could change to the bed by the window. So they moved him away and tucked him in, making him comfortable. At the moment they left, he propped himself up on one elbow painfully and looked out of the window. It faces a blank wall. At first, in a hospital ward, there were two very sick patients. This ward is very narrow and can only accommodate two beds. This ward has a door and a window. The door leads to the corridor through which you can see the outside world. With permission, one of the patients can get up and sit for an hour every morning and afternoon. The patient's bed is near the window. Another patient had to stay in bed day and night. Of course, both patients need rest and treatment. What makes them feel painful is that their illness does not allow them to do any recreational activities, neither reading books or newspapers, nor listening to the radio or watching TV ... but lying quietly. Just the two of them. They often talk for hours. They talk about their families, their jobs, what they did in the war, where they spent their holidays, and so on. Every morning and afternoon, when the time comes, I pick up the patient by the window and start sitting up for an hour. At this time, he began to describe to his companions everything he saw outside the window. Gradually, these two hours every day have almost become the whole content of his life with his companions. Obviously, this window overlooks a park. There is a lake in the park. As usual, flocks of wild ducks and swans are strolling on the lake. Some children in the park are throwing bread to feed these waterfowl, and some are playing with yacht models. The young couple walked arm in arm in the shade of the tree. Flowers are in full bloom in the park, mainly roses, but there are also colorful peony flowers and marigold flowers around. In the corner of the park, there is a tennis court. Sometimes the games there are really wonderful. There are several cricket matches from time to time. Although the skills are not up to the level of the official finals, it is better than nothing. There is also a bowling lawn over there. At the end of the park is a row of shops, and the downtown area is faintly visible behind the shops. The lying patient listened to all this with relish. Every minute of this moment is a kind of enjoyment for him. The description goes on: how a child almost fell into the lake and how beautiful the girl in summer dress is. Then there is an exciting tennis match. He listened to the vivid description, as if he had witnessed everything happening outside the window. One afternoon, when he heard the patient by the window say that a cricket player was hitting the ball slowly everywhere, the patient without a window suddenly had an idea: why can he be lucky to see everything outside the window? Why don't you deserve this opportunity? He was ashamed that he had such an idea and tried to stop thinking like this. However, the more he restrained himself, the stronger this idea became. Until a few days later, the idea further became next to the window. Why shouldn't it be me During the day, he was troubled by this idea all the time, and at night, he couldn't sleep at night. As a result, the condition deteriorated day by day, and the doctor did not know the cause. One night, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open as usual. At this time, his companion suddenly woke up and began to cough loudly, shortness of breath, intermittent, and the liquid had filled his lung cavity. He fumbled with his hand for the button of the electric bell. The nurse on duty came as soon as the bell rang. However, another patient looked at it motionless. I thought, why does he occupy the bed by the window? A painful cough broke the silence of the night. One by one ... it got stuck ... stopped ... until it finally stopped breathing. Another patient continued to stare at the ceiling. The next morning, the medical staff brought the washing water and found that the patient had died. They quietly carried the body out without making a fuss. After a few days, it seems that it has been opened. The other patient immediately asked if he could move to the bed by the window. The medical staff lifted him up and let him lie comfortably in the hospital bed. Then they left the ward, leaving him lying there quietly. As soon as the doctor left, the patient was struggling in great pain, with one arm propped up and his mouth panting. He poked his head at the window. He only saw a bare wall.

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