从小,我就是个爱哭的人。体弱多病的我,最经常去的地方就是医院。记忆中,那里有刺鼻的药水味,到处都是白色的,白色的床,白色的灯,白色的天花板,还有在你周围来回穿梭如幽灵一般的白色身影。她们会推着一辆上面摆满了各种药品和各种小零件的小车走进病房,然后,抓起你的手。这时,你会看到细细的银针上闪着刺眼的白光,针尖处还冒出一两滴水珠。这时的我,便会嚎啕大哭起来,无论父 Since childhood, I was a crying person. I am infirm, the most frequented place is the hospital. Memory, where there is a pungent smell of syrup, full of white, white bed, white light, white ceiling, as well as shuttle around you, such as ghostly white figure. They will push a car filled with various medicines and small parts into the ward, and then grab your hand. At this time, you will see thin white silver flashing dazzling white light, the needle tip also emerge one or two drops of water. At this moment, I will burst into tears, no matter the father