Experience of mental health education in the second grade of junior high school

Some people say that the love of parents is like the warm wind in Springfield, which warms our hearts. Parents' love is like a drizzle, which gently caresses our cheeks and moistens our hearts. Parents' love is like a stove in winter, which gives us warm sunshine in severe winter. My parents are crazy, too They attach importance to helping me when I need it most and give me endless care.

I remember one time, I was sick and had a high fever, my face was flushed and my whole body was as hot as a small stove. Mom came back from a business trip and shouted as soon as she entered the room,' Baby, I'm back!' But no one promised her, so he rushed into my room and saw me as red as a ripe apple. Yes, I know I'm burning. Mother Chicken Feather dares to carry me to the hospital. It's raining cats and dogs outside, and my mother is soaked through. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't know where she got the strength and rushed to the pediatrics department on the third floor behind my back. Mother said to the doctor, "doctor, please look at my son!" " Excuse me, just a moment. The doctor said. This is my mother walking around there with an anxious expression. When the doctor came, my mother called the doctor to see me at once. The doctor is making a diagnosis and treatment, and my mother will touch my forehead later.