论文部分内容阅读
从我记事起,父亲就是沉默的代名词,他极少说话。父亲是那个年代少有的大学生,几十年间,他的同学要么仕途光明,要么财源滚滚,只有他依旧是个不上不下、不折不扣的穷教师。因为这,少时的我常对父亲有着莫名的反感,总是背着他的意愿做事。那时,我叛逆任性,不好好练字,仿佛写在纸上的字一旦顺眼了就无法看到父亲拧在一起像苦菜花一样的
From my notes, my father is synonymous with silence, he rarely speaks. His father was a rare undergraduates of that era, for decades, his classmates either career bright, or rich resources, only he is still a stubborn, out-and-out poor teacher. Because of this, when I was young, I often have inexplicable aversion to my father, always carrying his will to do things. At that time, I rebellious and self-willed, not easy to practice the word, as if written in paper, the word once pleasing to the eye can not see my father twisted like a bitter flower