常记起父亲发脾气的样子:眼睛直直地瞪着你,高声数落。在我顶嘴拒不认错的时候,他甚至会粗鲁地攥紧老拳,连眉毛都竖起来,样子可怕极了。记得刚参加工作的那些日子,面对盛怒的父亲,我伤心又沮丧。我默不作声,心里却在说:不要再像管小孩一样管我!那时对生活对工作都有许多自以为得意的想法。我讨厌日常工作和生活中的琐碎小事,对父亲给予我的“大事做不来,小事不愿做”之类的评价嗤之以鼻。 Often remember the way his father lost his temper: eyes staring at you straight, aloud. He even clenched his old fist even when I refused to admit my mistake. Even the eyebrows were erect. It was horrible. I remember those days just to work, in the face of angry father, I am sad and depressed. I was silent, my heart was saying: Do not control me like a child! At that time there are many self-satisfied thoughts about life and work. I hate day-to-day work and the trivial things in life, scoff at my father’s evaluation of me, “Do not do big things, do not want to do small things.”