儿子今年11岁,成了个小大人,比他妈妈只矮半个头,可11年来,他到底挨了多少回打,连我们自己也记不清了。有时候我们平心静气地问他为什么这么犟?为什么不怕打?为什么不哭?你猜他怎么说,你打吧,要打就打死,打死了还好些,你们只有一个儿子,打死了,你们就没有儿子了。真正是哀莫大于心死!这样一来,我们还能把他怎样呢?很多时候,还不是睁一只眼闭一只眼,只要不是原则问题, At 11 years of age, my son became a young man, half a catty shorter than his mother. In the past 11 years, he has not even been able to remember how many times he was beaten back. Sometimes we calmly asked him why he was so scared? Why not afraid to fight? Why do not you cry? Guess what he said, you fight it, fight it, beat it better, you have only one son, killed, You have no son. Really sad is greater than the heart and death! In this way, we can put him how? Many times, it is not open one eye to close one eye, as long as it is not a matter of principle,