第一次想到去死是在我读小学四年级的时候,新学期开学的日子。母亲交给我报名的费用被我胆大包天私自挪用,买了本向往已久的《童话故事新编》。记得当时的价格是九毛六分钱,因为这未经允许就被我挥霍掉的九毛六分钱,招来母亲一通超水平的谩骂,如同梅雨季节无休无止的大雨。痛骂之余她仍然难以解恨,抓起一根木棍狠狠砸在我头上,鲜血顿时呈扇状倾泻而下。我忘记了哭,拔腿就逃——那是我第一次学会从母亲的狂躁之下逃 The first thought of going to die is when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, when the new semester started. My mother submitted to me the cost of the application was emboldened by my audacity, bought the long-awaited “fairy tale story.” I remember when the price was nine cents six cents, because it was my squandered nine-pence cents without permission, provoke a mother of the ultra-level verbal abuse, as endless rainy season rainy season. She cursed while still difficult to solve the hate, grabbed a stick hit me severely, the blood suddenly fan-shaped pouring down. I forgot to cry and run away - it was the first time I learned to run away from her mother’s mania