一天,我从儿子房间门口经过,听见他正在打字。“想写点什么呢?”我问他。“正在写回忆录,描述做你儿子的感受。”听了他的话,我的心里甜丝丝的,“写吧,但愿在书中我的形象还不坏。”“放心吧,错不了!”他说,“嗨,爸,商量件事。你把我关进牛棚,用你的皮带抽我,像这样的事,我应该在书中写几次啊?” One day, I passed by my son’s room and heard that he was typing. “Want to write something? ” I asked him. “I am writing a memoir to describe how you feel about your son.” “After hearing his words, my heart is sweet.” Write, I hope my image is not bad in the book. “” Do not worry, I can not go wrong! “” He said, “Hi, Dad, to discuss the matter.You put me in the bullpen, use your belt to suck me, like this, how many times should I write in the book?” "