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Students write stories about my hospitalization.
There is a story ... this is a summer vacation full of fresh summer, warm sunshine, green grass color and exciting light rain ... It is in this environment that I spent half a summer vacation happily. However, things are often unsatisfactory ... there are notes that are not harmonious with this state, and I caught a cold in overwork. Because of my weakness, I became the one I had studied.

It rained heavily that day, and the thunder and lightning were constantly intertwined, as if crying and roaring for me. Accompanied by my mother, I lived in a hospital that I had expected and feared. I haven't laughed since I was in the hospital. I always feel sad from the bottom of my heart. I always see that kind of faint sadness in my eyes ... I hardly eat anything every day, just quietly leaning against the window, holding Babu beans and listening to some sad songs silently. Those cold things unconsciously crossed my face, fell into my heart, drifted away with the wind, and finally slowly evaporated. ...

My mother accidentally saw me like this when she was visiting, so she bowed her head and wept silently, put down the gift she brought me, and slowly walked out of the inpatient department with empty eyes ... After my mother left, I continued this life, and my state was like hard ice crystals, which could not be changed for a long time, but became harder and harder. My mother came more often, so I asked in a bored tone, "Why do you always come so early?" She said softly, "so I can spend more time with you!" " "I was suddenly speechless, carrying such a story. ...

This is a summer vacation full of summer freshness, warm sunshine, lush green grass and exciting. Xiaoyu ... It was in this environment that I spent half a summer vacation happily. However, things are often unsatisfactory ... there are notes that are not harmonious with this state. I caught a cold from overwork, and because of my weakness, I changed into a disease I never thought of-

It rained heavily that day, and the thunder and lightning were constantly intertwined, as if crying and roaring for me. Accompanied by my mother, I lived in a hospital that I had expected and feared. I haven't laughed since I was in the hospital. I always feel sad from the bottom of my heart. I always see that kind of faint sadness in my eyes ... I hardly eat anything every day, just quietly leaning against the window, holding Babu beans and listening to some sad songs silently. Those cold things unconsciously crossed my face, fell into my heart, drifted away with the wind, and finally slowly evaporated. ...

My mother accidentally saw me like this when visiting, so she bowed her head and wept silently, put down the gift she brought me, and slowly walked out of the inpatient department with empty eyes. ...

After my mother left, I continued this life. My illness was like hard ice crystals. After a long time, it is getting harder and harder. Middle school students wrote my story. My mother often comes and always asks questions. I was a little annoyed, so I used a tone of dull boredom. My mother shed tears at the window ... the glass that can't lie betrayed me. In the twilight, I seemed to see my mother's eyes filled with tears, but I was forced to go back and smile instead ... I seemed to feel something in this meticulous action, as if ... as if I had made up my mind. Yes, yes, it is! Thinking of this, my swollen eyes are blurred again ... isn't my mother very painful these days? Although she is very tired from work, she still has to take care of me. How much pressure is she under? How strong her perseverance is, she has been under double pressure …

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel shy for my cowardice a few days ago ... The next day, I was full of energy, doing everything well and playing with other friends. I smiled happily ... as I gradually changed, my condition improved and I was ready to leave the hospital. Seeing my lively appearance, my mother smiled with relief ...

One by one, I fell into a plot that I couldn't let go of for a long time. I savor ... this is my story. In my story, I learned persistence and optimism. ...

This will be my cherished memory forever. ...