Composition "I am looking for"

There was a little boy, whose family was poor and only had his mother. When the child was seven years old, he suddenly got a serious illness. His mother took him to see many doctors, but none of them could be diagnosed. This is such a strange disease that no one can name it.

Like all parents who seek medical treatment, as long as they hear a glimmer of hope, their mother will try at all costs. So I tried a lot of one medicine, but it didn't work. The child's condition is getting worse, and the originally thin body is getting thinner and thinner bit by bit. Later, the child could not stand up. The treatment cost all the family savings.

One day, the mother learned that there was an old doctor in the distance whose medicine could cure the child's illness. After the child ate a little,

Sure enough, but the old doctor's medicine is very expensive. My mother sells everything that can be sold at home, only every day.

Cutting firewood up the mountain is the most primitive means to maintain a family's livelihood. Most people boil Chinese medicine three times before dumping it, but mothers often have to cook it seven or eight times until it is really tasteless. The boy found that his mother dumped the dregs on the road every time and was trampled by passers-by He asked his mother why, and her mother told him that passers-by stepped on your dregs and took your sick breath away, making you better faster. The boy said, how did this happen? I'd rather get sick alone than others. Sure enough, from then on, my mother stopped dumping dregs on the road.

The days passed day by day in my mother's countless firewood cutting and expectation. One day, the boy suddenly found himself able to stand.

Get up! He stumbled to the back door, trying to tell the news to his mother who was still chopping wood in the mountains for the first time.

Push the door open. It is a path leading to the mountains. The crystal moonlight hangs quietly and the road is covered with a thick layer.

Rotten things are scum. Few people walk that road, only my mother passes by when she is chopping wood every day.