上课的铃声响了，我趴在冰凉的课桌上，撑起酸涩的眼睛，望向窗外毒辣的太阳。那么毒辣的太阳，射在我的身上就像昨晚爸爸那巴掌一样，又辣又痛。泪，好像又要不争气地流下来。
When the bell rang, I lie on the desk to prop up the cold, sour eyes looked out of the window, sinister sun. Then the sinister sun, like shooting on me last night my father's slap as hot and pain. Tears, it seemed to fail to live up to flow down.
昨晚，下晚自习回到家里。不知怎的，我没吃晚饭的事情还是被爸爸知道了。爸爸望着刚进门的我气得说不出话来，瘦小的身躯不住地颤抖，他闷闷地坐在沙发上，直直地望着我，一声不响地望着我，那凌厉的目光仿佛要把我射穿。
Last night, the next self-study back home. I don't know how, I did not eat the thing or was my father know. Dad looked at the just walked in the door I was too angry to say a word, thin body quivering, suffocating him boring to sit on the sofa, stared at me, silently watched me, that fierce eyes seemed to shoot me to wear.
我低着头，想逃避，可是，爸爸忽然站起来，像头发怒的狮子对我吼了起来：“为什么不吃饭?”
I was head down, trying to escape, but, my father suddenly stood up, like the hair of the angry lion to me, and shouted: "why not eat?"
我被这突然的举动吓了一跳，愣了，瑟缩在沙发上，食指不安地扣来扣去，头像鸵鸟一样埋得低低的，简直就像监狱里的犯人。“我……我没时间吃饭啊。”我蚊子似的哼哼回答。
I was shocked this sudden move, Leng, huddled on the sofa, index finger uneasily buckle to buckle to, head like an ostrich buried very low, almost like a prison in the prisoners. "I...... I don't have time to eat.." I like the mosquito hum answer.
“没时间吃?我就不信下午那么长的时间你都不够用?你……你……咱家又不是穷得连饭都让你吃不起了，又不是……又不是要你节约那几个钱，你看看你那身体!”爸爸越说越激动，后竟轮起手掌，一下子挥到了我的背上!
"I don't have the time to eat? I don't believe in the long hours of the afternoon. You're not....... You...... The family is not poor husy let you can not afford to eat, but not...... It's not that you save the money, you look at your body! "The father said, the more agitated, the final turn of the palm, suddenly flick to my back!
“啊!”我终于忍不住了，眼泪就像山洪泛滥一样一泻而出，来势汹汹，任我怎样也抵挡不住。
"Ah," I finally could not resist, tears like a flash flood like pouring out, menacing, let I can not resist.
爸爸就那样把我狠狠瞪着。风吹动窗帘，合着我的哭声，在黑夜中叹息，“沙沙沙……”
Daddy just stared me hard at that.. The wind curtain, to my cry, sigh in the night, "falling......"
“沙，沙沙……”老师在黑板上写下了这一课的课题：《羚羊木雕》。
"Sand, rustle......" The teacher wrote this lesson on the blackboard: "the antelope wood carving".
这一课我已预习过，讲的是主人公把一个十分珍贵的羚羊木雕送给了好朋友万芳，结果被父母给逼着要了回来。
I have prepared this lesson, the hero is the hero of a very precious antelope wood gave a good friend Wan Fang, the results were parents forced to come back.
唉，父母就是这么不通情理。像我爸爸那样，晚饭又不是我不想吃，我也很想吃啊，但是我英语听写不合格，被留下来听写到六点半，六点四十又必须回教室上自习，食堂又那么远，我怎么去吃饭啊!就算不听写，星期二和星期三下午第四节课又有社团活动，我即使想吃，也吃不成啊!昨天是真的饿得受不了了，可是……爸爸你就是那样的不通情理。
Alas, parents are so unreasonable. Like my father that dinner and it's not that I don't want to eat, I really want to eat ah, but my English dictation is qualified, was left to dictation to half past six, six forty and must return to their classrooms, canteens and so far, I how to eat ah! Even no dictation, Tuesday and Friday at three in the afternoon the fourth lesson and community activities, I even want to eat, can not eat ah! Yesterday was really hungry can not stand, but... Dad, you're just that unreasonable..
以前也是，我喜欢画漫画，于是日夜孜孜不倦地练习，可是，爸爸经常神不知鬼不觉地出现在我的身后，一把夺过我的画，满脸怒色，狠狠地说：“你少给我画些这些没用的东西!”
Before too, I like to draw comics, and day and night diligently practice, but father often God, I do not know ghost not to become aware to appear in my behind to grab my painting, face nuse, ruthlessly said: "you give I draw these useless things!"
爸爸总是希望我画素描、水粉、国画、油画……甚至，在我刚学画画的时候要求我把他画下来，那时候我只有7岁，怎么可能画得出?可是爸爸非逼着我画，于是我只有从命，当我画好了以后，他端详了半天，竟说“你画的是什么?是树，还是花?”
My dad always wanted me to sketch, oil painting, traditional Chinese painting, gouache...... Even, I just started to learn painting when asked me to draw him down, at that time, I was only 7 years old, how could draw? But Dad forced my painting, so I have to obey, when I finished. His gaze for a long time, actually said "what you paint? Is a tree, is to spend?"
我记忆中的爸爸一直都是恶魔一般的角色，那么冷酷无情，那么不讲情理。
My memory of the father is always the devil's role, so cool, so unreasonable.
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“同学们，你们认为文中的人物谁错呢?”老师在讲台上问。
"The students, who are you think the characters in the text?" the teacher asked the platform..
“是父母!”我在心里回答，眼前又浮现出爸爸那张恐怖的脸，“大人都是不通情理的。”许多同学也小声咕噜了出来。
"Parents!" I replied in my mind, and I saw my father's face again, "the grown-ups are unreasonable."." Many students also quietly grunt out.
“我给同学们讲个故事，你们就明白了。”老师说，“从前有一个女孩因与父母闹了点小矛盾而离家出走，又饥又饿，路边有一家老婆婆开的面铺，那老婆婆看见这女孩这么可怜，于是给了她一碗面吃。女孩感激万分，对老婆婆说：‘谢谢您!您对我真是太好了!我真不知如何感激您!’老婆婆说：‘你感激我干什么?我只不过给了你一碗面吃，而你的父母给了你多少?’女孩一下子呆住了，她像突然大悟似的飞奔回家，果然看见她的爸爸妈妈在路口四处找她，他们看见了女孩，一下子抱住了她：‘女儿你饿了吧，家里的饭都要凉了……’”
"I told my classmates a story, and you got it."." The teacher said, "once upon a time there was a girl because of trouble with their parents a little contradictory and run away from home, hungry hungry, roadside covered with an old woman, the old woman saw the girl so pathetic, and gave her a bowl of noodles to eat. Girls feel grateful to the old lady said: "thank you for your! You to me is really too good! I don't know how to thank you! 'the old lady said:' you appreciate what I do? I just gave you a bowl of noodles, eat, and your parents give you how much? 'girl suddenly froze, she suddenly Dawu like ran home, really see her mom and dad at the junction go around to find her, they saw the girl, all of a sudden cling to her:' daughter are you hungry now, home cooked meals to cool... '"
“同学们，你们明白了吗?也许父母的爱不易察觉，那是因为它们太微小，太无处不在了!”
"Students, do you understand? Perhaps the love of parents is not easy to detect, because they are too small, too ubiquitous!"
我此时已经如同故事中的小女孩一般惊呆了。
I was shocked at this time as the little girl in the story..
可曾记起：
Can remember:
在百花绽放的春天，是谁陪伴小小的我一起放风筝?是谁用心良苦地在门框上给我做秋千?是谁在夏日打湿了裤脚在暴雨中为我撑起伞遮风挡雨?是谁守在教室的窗前为我送来忘带的教科书?是谁在瑟瑟的秋风中接我回家?是谁在黑暗的夜晚为我悄悄关上透风的窗?是谁在寒冬腊月为迟到的我起早送行?是谁在寒风刺骨的回家路上温暖我冻僵的双手?是谁……是我爸爸!他宽大的肩膀为我遮风挡雨，瘦小的身躯给我依靠和温暖，虽然有严厉的责备，但更有温馨的关心。
Flowers bloom in spring, who accompanied my little fly a kite? Is who well intentioned on the doorframe to I swing? Who is in summer wet trousers in the rain for me to hold up an umbrella for shelter? Is who keep in a classroom window for sending me forget with the textbook? Who is in the autumn wind howling to take me home? Who is in the dark night as I quietly closed the ventilation window? Is who in the winter of late I early off? Is who home in the icy road warm my frozen hands? Who is... Is my father. His broad shoulders for me cover windshield rain, thin body to me and rely on the warm, although there is a stern rebuke, but more warm care.
“算了。你也饿了一晚了。”爸爸不知何时站在了泣不成声的我的身旁，手上是热好的饭菜。“吃吧。明天必须给我吃饭!”爸爸的语气依然严厉。
"Well.. You're starving for a night.." I do not know when dad stood sobbing beside me, the hand is hot food. "Eat it. I must have dinner tomorrow, "the tone of his father is still severe.
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“也许父母的爱不易察觉，那是因为它们太微小，太无处不在!”老师的话还在我耳旁萦绕。
"Perhaps the love of parents is not easy, because they are too small, too ubiquitous!" the teacher's words are still ringing in my ear.
“叮叮……”下课铃响了，我依然趴在颜色深蓝如父爱般的课桌上，闭着眼睛，享受着窗外射进的温暖的阳光。
"Ding ding......" When the bell rang, I still lying in the dark blue color, like father like a desk, with his eyes closed, enjoying the shoot out of the window in the warm sunshine.
“也许父母的爱不易察觉，那是因为它们太微小，太无处不在!”我笑了，我读懂了爸爸对我的爱。
"Perhaps the love of parents is not easy, that is because they are too tiny, too everywhere!" I smiled, I read my father's love for me..
我想，今天晚上回家后，一定给爸爸一个阳光灿烂的微笑。
I think, home tonight after a certain sunny smile to Dad.
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