还是在未谙世事的年龄,我便知道母亲与父亲是合不来的。他们很少说话,常将我关在房门外吵架。战事往往由母亲挑起,房门里边,她的声音大而持久,父亲只是唯唯诺诺地接上几句,像心虚的小学生。那时的我所能理解的母亲便是胜者了。可他们走出来时,她丝毫没有胜利的满足,脸上甚至挂着眼泪。后来听到一个叫做“恶人先告状”的词语,一下便想起了母亲的眼泪。把父亲打败了,她却哭 When I was still young, I knew that mother and father were incompatible. They seldom speak and often keep me locked up outside the house. The war was often motivated by her mother, inside the door, her voice big and lasting, his father is simply non-binding to a few words, like a guilty pupil. The mother whom I could understand at that time was the winner. When they came out, she had no triumph of satisfaction, even a tear on her face. Later I heard a word called “Wicked Presenter”, and I remembered my mother’s tears. She beat her father, but she cried