星期天，我在教室里伴著寂寞溫習(xí)的功課。臨街的窗子外飄來了稚嫩的歌聲：“哪個(gè)爸爸不罵人，哪個(gè)孩子不挨打...”這歌聲今我想起了我的爸爸，想起了他那大的巴掌。 On Sunday, I accompanied my lonely lessons in the classroom.. Outside the window to the street floated a tender voice: "what Dad do not curse, one of the children not to take a beating..." the song today reminds me of the my dad, I think of his big slap in the face.
進(jìn)入初中后，我不再是群星之首。成績不理想的困擾，學(xué)習(xí)的緊張枯燥，幾個(gè)同學(xué)的相繼輟學(xué)...我努力學(xué)習(xí)的信念開始動(dòng)搖了。 After entering junior high school, I am no longer the first of the stars. The tension of learning is not the ideal one, the tension and the number of students who drop out of school... And I study hard and I am beginning to shake.. 當(dāng)爸爸聽完我的陳述，他的目光變得異常冷漠：“我整天累死累活地供你上學(xué)，你卻想不上就不上了...” When the father heard my statement, his eyes become unusually cold: "all day long I sweated blood for you to go to school, but you want to not not..." “這年頭，上學(xué)咋樣，不上學(xué)又咋樣，別人都...我...” "This year, school Zha kind, not to school and how, others... I..." “是的!就是不許你!這些年的書你白念了，好，跟人家學(xué)，你，你就滾回家來混日子吧!”他近乎咆哮了，渾身顫抖著，高高地掄起了巴掌... "Yes! That's not you! These years the books you read, and to learn from others, you, you roll back home to dawdle it!" he almost growled, trembling with fear, high Lun the slap in the face. 此時(shí)，我才感到了自己的無知.幼稚.沖動(dòng)，于是底下頭，只等著父親的巴掌落下來，落在我的身上。 At this point, I felt the ignorance of their own. Childish. So the impulse, then the bottom, waiting for the father's slap down, fell on my body. “啪”父親的巴掌終于落了下來，茶幾上三只茶杯蹦到地上，碎了。 "Pa" father slap finally down on the coffee table, three cups jumped to the ground, broken. “你已經(jīng)不小了，自己好好想想吧!”父親滿臉怒氣而又無奈地轉(zhuǎn)身回屋去了，就在他轉(zhuǎn)身的一剎那，我瞥見他眼角掛著渾濁的老淚。 "You are not small, their good think about it!" father all over the face anger and reluctantly turned and walked back into the house to, is he turned in a moment, I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye hanging turbidity Laolei. 那一夜，我沒有合眼。 That night, I did not sleep a wink. 第二天，天不亮，我就逃命似地收拾起書包準(zhǔn)備返銷、校。不想碰響地上的臉盆，驚動(dòng)了那屋的父親。只聽他語氣和緩地問：“上哪兒?”“爸，我回去上學(xué)�！蔽业茁暬卮稹！叭グ桑搅藢W(xué)校要好好學(xué)習(xí)別再三心二意!”“我知道了�！薄岸鳎�缺什么東西?”“爸我什么的不缺，我走了�！蔽覙O力克制著要流下的眼淚，匆匆上路了。” The second day, the day is not bright, I would like to pick up the bags ready for school. Don't want to touch the ring on the washbasin, alerted the house father. Just listen to his voice and asked: "where?" "Dad, I went back to school." I replied. "Go to school, to Study hard not to be of two minds!" "I know." "Well, what's missing?" "Daddy, I'm not short. I'm gone."." I tried to restrain the tears, and hurried off the road.." 挨打是痛苦的，記憶也是深刻的，我曾深深地痛恨爸爸的巴掌，痛恨父親的無情。然而，也應(yīng)有了在巴掌的印記，才使我養(yǎng)成了許多好習(xí)慣，在學(xué)習(xí)上也不斷的進(jìn)步。 Beating is painful, memory is deep, I have deeply hate dad hate father slap, ruthless. However, there should be a slap in the imprint, so I developed a lot of good habits, but also continuous progress in learning. “打是親嘛、罵是愛，我有一個(gè)好爸爸，”窗外的歌聲還在響著，我的淚在眼眶中打轉(zhuǎn)。 "It is a dear, scold is love, I have a good father," the song was still ringing, my tears in her eyes.
