父亲是一位小学教员,那时在我们镇上算是个文化人,可不知为什么,她和母亲老是吵架。我13岁那年,父母终于离异,15岁便随母亲背井离乡。一直以来,我痛恨父亲,恨他对母亲、对子女的无情。离家一年后的我,再见到父亲时,我们竟无语,当我离开父亲时,父亲送了我 My father, a primary school teacher, was a cultural man in our town at that time. She could not quarrel with her mother for some reason. When I was 13 years old, my parents finally divorced, and I was 15 years old and left with my mother. All along, I hate my father, hate him for his mother, their children’s merciless. One year after leaving home, when I saw my father again, we were speechless. When I left my father, my father sent me