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爸和妈又吵架了。他们吵得好凶,家里唾沫横飞。我,就蜷缩在我房间里那个小小的角落,听着家里上演的这出闹剧,他们总是这样,对我而言,已成习惯。我在他们的吵闹声中思考着:世上要是有一种胶水,可以把一个破碎的家庭重新粘台起来就好了。
Dad and mother quarrel again. They were quarrelsome and the family flew. I huddled in the little corner of my room and listened to the farce played at home. They were always like this and it became a habit for me. I pondered in their noise: If there was a glue in the world, it would be nice to reattach a broken family.