春天,唤醒了我们对爱的记忆;记忆,回放着我们与爱的故事;故事,记载着我们互爱的美好。我们,在爱的路上狂奔……2013年8月底,刚来单位的我对周遭的一切显得无所适从。在我最需要抚慰的时候,他就这样出现在我的世界里。一个平时只会“咿呀啊”说话,但一到打针就会哭着喊“妈妈”的孩子——珠珠。那个时候听到他的哭声,我总是觉得很心痛。医院里的孩子都是有家 Spring arouses our memory of love; memory, plays back the story of our love; the story, records the beauty of our mutual love. We, bolted on the road to love ... At the end of August 2013, I just came out of the unit and I was overwhelmed with everything around me. When I need the most comforting, he appeared in my world. One usually only “Baba ah ” to speak, but as soon as the injection will cried “mother ” children - beads. At that time I heard his cries, I always feel very sad. The children in the hospital are all from home