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周末放学了,穿过高楼林立的柏油马路,风一样的我疯头疯脑地闯进了家门。看着满桌子上我最爱吃的菜,我忍不住用手抓了一块烤鸭就往嘴里送。“人都还没有上饭桌,你怎么就开吃了?你就不能等等吗?一点规矩都没有!”这时我才看到在客厅藤椅边站着的父亲。他的眼光像一把刀,全然没有了平日的温柔,想必刚才他是坐在藤椅上的,因为不习惯我不雅不淑女的动作才站起来。没办法,我只能乖乖地把要到嘴里的烤鸭放回盘子里。“跟你说过多少次了,进出门要和长辈打招呼,可你呢,一进来就想着吃,为什么不到厨房去和母亲打个招呼!”听着他还在喋喋不休地数落,我小声地回了句:“现在都什么时代了,你们那些老规
Weekend school, and through the high-rise asphalt road, the same wind I mad crazy broke into the house. Looking at my favorite dish on the table, I could not help but grab a piece of roast duck to my mouth to send. ”You can not wait? No rules at all!“ ”Then I saw my father standing in the living room with a wicker chair. His vision was like a knife, totally lacking in gentleness on weekdays, presumably just sitting in a wicker chair, because he did not get used to the fact that I was awkwardly awake. No way, I can only obediently put the duck to his mouth back into the plate. “How many times have you told you to go in and out to say hello to your elders? But as soon as you come in, why do not you go to the kitchen to say hello to your mother!” “Listen, he is still chattering down, I whispered back to the sentence: ”What are the times now, your old rules