俗话说的好:“远亲不如近邻”。以前对这话我总有质疑,心想:血浓于水,邻居又不是亲人,到啥时候都得靠亲人。可那次经历却彻底改变了我的看法,让我深深体会到了不是亲人,胜似亲人的温馨与幸福。那是前年夏天的一个晚上,“当当当……”一阵急促的敲门声把我从睡梦中惊醒。“谁这么讨厌?三更半夜的来敲门,吵死人了呀!”我小声喃喃着。妈妈急匆匆地穿上衣服打开门,门外站着姥姥家的邻居——我叫“三舅”的人,他满头大汗,气喘吁吁,急火火 As the saying goes: “distant relatives than neighbors ”. Before I always questioned these words, I thought: thicker than the water, the neighbors are not relatives, when Shashi have to rely on their loved ones. However, that experience has completely changed my opinion, let me deeply understand that is not loved ones, rather than loved ones warmth and happiness. It was one night the year before last year, “Dangdang when ...” A burst of rapid knock on my door woke me from sleep. “Who so annoying? Three midnight knock on the door, noisy people die!” I whispered. Mom hurriedly put on her clothes and opened the door, standing next door to her grandmother’s neighbor - my name is “Three Uncle,” who sweaty, breathless, anxious fire