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纸上的花和我一样裂开了口子本来,我是家里最不受他宠爱的一个。我乖张任性,成绩又没有他那两个孩子优秀。而从17岁那年,他开始无条件地宠爱我,近乎讨好般地爱着;而我,也从那时,开始恨他,近乎固执地恨着。那一年姐姐考入了上海的一所名牌大学,全家没来得及高兴呢,阴云就接踵而来。因为高额的学费,让他一筹莫展。记得那天他四处借钱回来,本来就没有多大进展,积压了诸多火气,两手空空进门时看见我又在纸上乱涂乱画,还将一面墙给自以为是地涂得乱七八糟,本就心情烦闷的他,即刻就火了,高声冲我嚷:“整天以为自己是画家,不长心肝
The paper flowers split like I did. I was one of the least loved in my family. I am perverse and self-willed, without the good grades of his two children. And from the age of 17, he began to love me unconditionally, almost pleasing to love; and I, from that time, began to hate him, almost stubbornly hate. That year my sister was admitted to a prestigious university in Shanghai, the family did not have time to happy it, dark clouds on the heels of one after another. Because of the high tuition, let him do nothing. I remember that day he borrowed money back, had not much progress, backlog of a lot of anger, empty-handedly see me again in the paper scribble, but also to a wall of self-righteous Tu mess, the mood of his boredom , Immediately on the fire, shouted to me loudly: ”All day thinking that he is a painter, not longing for the liver