那年,父亲没了。在当时,这破碎的家庭免不了要受到别人的欺侮。有一次,不知什么原因我和一个比我大几岁的男孩吵了起来,然后他抓住我一顿猛打。岂知他越是打我,我越是变本加厉地破口大骂。他的母亲从家里出来,非但没有制止我们打架,反而扬着头,对我的出言不逊大加斥责。我母亲闻声赶来将我拉开,随后找了根树条就往我身上抽打。我想我当时一定是气坏了,骂得也更 That year, my father is gone. At that time, the broken family would inevitably be bullied by others. Once, for some reason, I quarreled with a boy a little older than me, and he grabbed me with a fierce beat. Do you know that the more he beat me, the more I intensified to abuse. His mother came out from home, not only failed to stop us fighting, but held his head, my remarks to reprimand. My mother came rushing me away, then found the root of the tree to beat me. I think I must have been bad breath, scolded more