一直以来我都比较自我,总觉得家人不爱我。但是,那一件事情之后,我才明白有些爱是不会说出口的,那些真实而厚重的感情,往往因为我们的忽视,只能蜷缩在角落里。“啊,痛……哦,痛死了!”我忍不住大声吼出来。姐姐向我冲过来,一脸焦急地问道:“斌,发生什么事了?你怎么了?”我强忍住眼泪,说:“我跌了一跤,手、胳膊很疼,脚也疼……”“赶快看看能不能动,有没有伤到骨头?”看着姐姐那紧张的表情,我试着轻轻地抬起手, I have always been more self, always feel that family do not love me. However, after that one thing, I realized that some love is not to say, those real and heavy feelings, often because of our neglect, can only curled up in the corner. “Ah, hurts ... oh, hurts!” “I could not help but shout loudly. Sister rushed to me, his face anxiously asked: ”Bin, what happened? What’s the matter with you?“ ”I hold back tears, said:“ I fell, hands, arms hurts, Feet hurt ... ”“ quickly see if I can move, there is no injury to the bones? ”" Look at my sister that nervous expression, I tried to gently lift his hand,