我曾经生病（住院）-I Was Once So Ill (in Hospital.

第一篇：

I was born in a large family. As they worked very hard to make a living, my parents didn＇t have much time to take care of us children, least of all me who is their fifth child. In my childhood I always tried to draw my parents＇ attention to me in as many ways as I could think of. Finally I found that to pretend illness was perhaps the most useful trick. One day I really caught a cold, but I took it lightly and was even happy about it because I thought my parents would therefore pay more attention to me. Two weeks later my cough grew from bad to worse and my mother, suspecting it was pneumonia, took me to a hospital run by some missionaries. The priests there were very kind to me, giving me loaves of bread, milk, toys and books. As a young child I really wished I could stay in the hospital for good. There had been such a wonderful time.


第二篇：

I was once so ill in hospital that I didn＇t believe I could ever live through my hospital days The very thought of that experience still chills me even at this writing It was on a hot after noon that the terrible accident happened I was then seven years old a naughty and curious boy and I went to a nearby construction site to look for something in the debris considered useless to the something in the debris considered useless to the construction workers Just as I was digging a big and thick brick crashed on my head I fell down and immediately lost consciousness The next thing I knew was that I was  lying in a ward with my aching head bandaged up My mother was beside me wiping tears on her face I asked her what had happened to me but she told me not to ask questions Then she told me I had just had an operation on my head to save my life I t was from her that I knew I had been in a critical situation. Then I felt a splitting headache and lost consciousness After four months of treatment I regained my health but the accident has lift a scar on my scalp if not a scar in my heart.


第三篇：

To earn some extra money I found a job as the private tutor of a junior high school student when I was a sophomore in a university two years ago. My campus is in the suburbs of Taichung while the student was living in the downtown area of the city. To save time, I always rode a motorcycle to teach except on rainy days. One day, the sky was overcast with the promise of rain, but I said to myself, “Never mind. It would not rain.” So I rode my motorcycle as usual to teach. Then to my dismay, the rain did come and in beating drops before I could make it to my student＇s home. I felt very tired after I came back and went to bed early. At midnight I felt very uncomfortable. When my roommates found I was running a high temperature, I was rushed to a hospital nearby. The nurse assigned to take care of me took my temperature and found that it was 39.5C. “You need to stay here longer than usual,” she said, shaking her head. At first I found life in the hospital boring: no laughter and no friends to chat with. But the second day my girl friend who knew I was ill came to keep me company, singing for me and telling jokes to make laugh. “Laughter is the best medicine, she always said. Under her careful care I checked out the third day and went to school again.