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我是你路上最后的一个过客,最后的一个春天,最后的一场雪,最后的一次求生的战争。作者有话说:我虽然不是在单亲家庭长大的小孩,但我的父亲是个非常随性的人,简单来说就是凡事只管自己,很少管过我和母亲。一年当中他只会给我打一两次电话,前些年我甚至没有存过他的电话号码。所以,本文主要讲的是一个有关“童年缺失”的故事。我一直定义自己是个没感受过父爱的人,从小到大,我看到别的父亲为自己的孩子忙来忙去、嘘寒问暖时,总是很羡慕,而这种羡慕,最终在我的内心形成了巨大的空洞,直至我成年也没有得到过弥补。
I am the last passenger on your journey, the last spring, the last snow, the last surviving war. The author has something to say: Although I am not a child raised in a single-parent family, my father is a very casual person. In simple terms, I have nothing but control over myself and my mother. He only called me once or twice a year, and I did not even have his phone number saved the previous year. So, this article is mainly about a story about “missing childhood ”. I have always defined myself as a person who has never felt my father’s love. When I was young, I saw other dads busy with their children. When they were greetings of warmth, I was always envious, and this envy finally came to my heart. Huge empty hole, until I have not been compensated adult.