儿子,请听我说:我对你说这些话的时候,你已在床上安躺着进入了梦乡,你一只小手蜷缩在你的面颊下,金色的卷发湿漉漉地紧贴在你汗涔涔的前额。我轻手轻脚独自来到了你的房间。就在几分钟前,当我坐在书房读报的时候,一股沉闷的懊悔涌上了我的心头,于是我满心愧疚地来到了你的床前。儿子,令我久久无法释怀的事情是下面这些:我动不动就对你发脾气。每天早晨,上学前穿衣洗漱 Son, please listen to me: When I say these words to you, you have been lying in bed and fell asleep. Your little hand is curled up under your cheek, and the golden curls wetly cling to your sweaty forehead. I came to your room lightly. Just a few minutes ago, when I was reading a newspaper in my study, a dull regret came to my heart, so I came to your bed full of guilt. Son, the thing that made me unhappy for a long time is the following: I lose my temper at will. Every morning, wash clothes before going to school