来城里念书两个多月了,我还没有回过家。回家看看的念头不是没有,只是一想起父亲那可怕的面孔,想起他那几句不冷不热的话,我就止住了脚步。父亲把我送到学校的那天,丝毫看不到他与弟弟嬉戏时的那份开心劲儿。到了校门口,父亲把一沓皱巴巴的钞票塞到我手里,那神态似有几分苦楚。 I have been studying in the city for more than two months. I have not returned home yet. The thought of going home to see if it wasn’t was not there. I just stopped thinking about his father’s terrible face and remembered his few lukewarm words. The day when my father sent me to school, I couldn’t see the happy moment when he was playing with his younger brother. At the entrance to the school, my father put a crumpled bill into my hand.