也许他意识到我已经长大,看到我的“不是”之处并不都是我的错,对我也变得柔和了许多。小时候,我十分淘气,桃子熟了,翻过邓奶奶的院墙去摘桃;西瓜红了,钻到刘大妈的瓜地去摘瓜;发山洪了,钻进小溪里用筲箕去捞鱼……用父亲的话说,我就是个刺儿头,不动巴掌不老实。他打我从来是没头没脑的,一顿巴掌扇过,不是鼻青就是脸肿。因此,每次挨打,我都会习惯性地用手护住头。对父亲的这种做法,母亲也是不满意的,“榆木疙瘩没有眼,打起人 Perhaps he realized that I had grown up and that it was not my fault to see where my ”not“ was and to me a lot softer. When I was a child, I was very naughty, peaches cooked, turned over the grandmother’s wall to pick Grandma Deng; watermelon red, drill to melon Aunt Liu to pick melon; hair torrents, drilling Shaxi stream to go fishing ... In my father’s words, I was a thorny head, not slapped. He hit me never mindless, slapped slap, not noseless is swollen face. So, every time I’m beaten, I use my hands to keep my head habitually. My father is also dissatisfied with this practice, ”Elm knots no eye, hit people