我一直以为,父亲不喜欢我;我也曾对我的母亲不止一次地说过父亲的坏话;我母亲不止一次地为父亲辩解,可是,我心里一直没有接受。在我的记忆中父亲很少关心我,大部分时间都是妈妈来陪我。他很少对我说话,脸上总是表现出“不以为然”的样子,与妈妈对我描述的那样一个好爸爸截然不同。他有时候也挺严厉,考得不好或犯了什么错误,他一声不吭,却时不时用严峻的目光来看我几眼,让我心神不宁。 I always thought my father did not like me. I told my mother more than once the bad things about my father. My mother defended his father more than once. However, I never accepted it in my heart. My father seldom cared about me in my memory, most of the time my mother came with me. He seldom talks to me, his face always shows “no”, and it is quite different from a good dad whose mother describes to me. He sometimes quite harsh, badly tested or made any mistake, he did not say anything, but from time to time with serious glance I glance, let me uneasy.