在我的书桌抽屉里,有一张珍藏了二十多年的通家书。那时,我是村里唯一读初中的学生,虽说家里穷得吃不起盐,可父亲就是认准了死理要供我读书,要让我成才。我要什么,父亲都给,但只要一说不上学,父亲就翻脸。每次我做作业,父亲只要有空,就会蹲在一边瞧呀瞧,永远也瞧不够。我不懂父 In my desk drawer, there is a family book that has been kept for more than 20 years. At that time, I was the only student in the village who had studied junior high school. Although my family was too poor to eat salt, my father looked for death and reason to study for me and make me a good candidate. Whatever I want, my father gives it, but as soon as I don’t know how to go to school, my father turns his face. Every time I do my homework, if my father is free, he will squat and squat, and he will never be enough. I don’t understand the father