一病危通知书,医院白色的墙壁和床单,繁复的抢救仪器……所有关于童年的记忆里都是被满脸愁容的母亲抱在怀里东奔西走,从我记事起到步入青春期,那一段说长不长说短不短的时光,就是这样过来的。于是很自然地,真正能够算得上朋友的人少得可怜。唯有一起长大的男孩子,虽然最初的交谈如同所有七八岁的孩子那样别扭而发涩,最终却发展到了无话不谈的阶段。他和我差不多高,有着连女生都会嫉妒的秀气容貌。我们上同一所小学、同一所中学,他似乎永远都坐在我身后,带着一抹促狭的笑容,冷不丁地拽住我的辫子。当我的世界被局限于学校和医 A critically ill notice, the hospital white walls and sheets, complicated rescue equipment ... ... all the memory of childhood are sad mother in his arms and go around, from my memoir into adolescence, That paragraph is not long to say that a short time, it is so come. Naturally, there are so few people who can truly be friends. Only the boys who grew up together, although the initial conversation was as awkward and astringent as all seven- and eight-year-olds, eventually reached a non-stop stage. He and I are almost high, with even the girl will be jealous of the delicate appearance. We were in the same primary school, the same middle school, and he seemed to always be sitting behind me, with a narrow smile, grabbed my braggings without any problem. When my world is confined to school and medicine