这一生,我只流过三次泪。老人坐在我面前,伸出三根枯树枝般的手指对我说。除此之外,我哭过许多次,嚎过许多次,但就是流不出泪水来。我想看看,究竟是什么原因?为了便于了解病情,我说,你具体讲一讲这三次流泪的经历吧。老人闭了一下眼睛,好一会儿才说,好吧。第一次,是在我八岁的时候。那天发生了两件事,第一件事是我爹死了。第二件事是我爹死的同时,我养的一只猫也死了。我爹死了我一点儿也不悲伤,这很正常,从我出生开始,他就一直打我,他最受不了的是不管他如何打我,就算打得皮开肉绽,我一 This life, I only shed three tears. Sitting in front of me, the old man said to me, stretching out three dead branches. In addition, I cried many times, howling many times, but it was tears. I want to see, what exactly is the reason? In order to facilitate understanding of the disease, I said, you specifically talk about the experience of these three tears. The old man closed his eyes and said for a moment, well. The first time is when I was eight years old. Two things happened that day, the first thing my father died. The second thing is that my father died, while a cat I raised died. My father died I am not sad at all, this is normal, since I was born, he has been playing me, he can not stand the most is no matter how he hit me,