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.