近来,夜里经常想起家乡的一些让我感动的人和事,想到了最疼爱我的姥姥。听爸爸妈妈讲,我还不到两岁的时候,患上了严重的流行性乙型脑炎,生命垂危,父亲已对我的康复失去了信心,呆在那里一动不动。姥姥二话没说,从母亲手中夺下自己的外孙,一个人发疯般疾速奔向离家几十里的医院。姥姥把我交给医生,而她自己却因劳累过度昏倒在地上。我躺在医院里,足足三天没有反应。父亲彻底失望了,母亲只会不住地掉眼泪,只有姥姥不断地摸摸我的手,拍拍我的身 Recently, I often think of some people and things that touched me in my hometown at night, thinking of my grandmother, who loved me most. Listening to Mom and Dad, when I was two years old, I was seriously ill with Japanese encephalitis. I had a dying life. My father lost his confidence in my recovery and remained motionless. Grandma apart from anything else, took his grandchildren from his mother, a man crazy like mad rush to the hospital away from home dozens of miles. Grandma took me to the doctor, but she himself fainted on the ground due to overwork. I lay in the hospital, a full three days no response. My father was completely disappointed, my mother would only shed tears, only my grandmother kept touching my hand and patted me