那是严冬的一个深夜,寒风凛冽,冷雨绵绵。赤脚医生杨汉标心情沉重地守在病危的母亲床前,这时,贫农社员杨亚福气咻咻地闯进屋来,“汉标!我那孩子快不行了,请你……”。他一眼望见汉标的老母亲躺在床上,便把话头咽住了。杨汉标面对这情景,脑子里翻腾开了,怎么办?守候母亲,还是去救亚福的孩子呢?汉标和自己的母亲,不仅仅是普通的“母子关系”,而是凝结着深厚阶 It is a late winter night, cold and windy, cold rain. Yang Hanbiao barefoot doctor in a heavy mood to keep in front of the bed of a critically ill mother, then poor members of Yan Yang blessing to break into the house, “Hanbiao! My kid is going to die, please ... ...”. He glanced at the old mother of the Chinese label lying on the bed, swallowed his head. Yang Hanbiao Faced with this situation, his mind was tumbling open, what should he do? Waiting for his mother, or to save the children of Yafu? Hanbiao and his mother, not only ordinary “mother-child relationship,” but condensed deep