我喜欢唱歌,和歌声有很多割舍不断的缘呢。记得那次我病了,一会儿流鼻涕一会儿咳嗽的,难受死了。晚上吃过药后,卧室的灯熄了,妈妈抱着我坐在床上,爸爸也坐在旁边,我们静静地望着 I like to sing, and singing has a lot to let go of the edge. I remember that time I was sick, while a runny nose cough for a while, uncomfortable died. Night after eating medicine, the bedroom lights out, my mother sitting in bed with me, my father sat next to, we quietly looking