青春是什么?有人说青春是一张白纸,可以尽情描绘五颜六色的梦想;还有人说,青春是一段未知的旅程,充满着不一样的快乐和悲伤;对我来说,青春就是那飘着汽水味的空气,是难以忘怀的那些个火辣辣的夏天。14岁那年夏天,父亲的手第一次重重地打在我的脸上,我的脸颊顿时变得火辣,父亲把从我书包里翻出的一包烟狠狠地摔在了地上,咬着牙用脚踩烂,我甚至可以听见父亲牙齿上下摩擦发出的响声。父亲是个严厉而又固执的人。他会为碗里剩下的米粒,斥责我一个晚 What is youth? Some people say youth is a piece of white paper, you can enjoy depict colorful dreams; others say that youth is an unknown journey, full of different happy and sad; for me, youth is that floating Soft smell of air, is a memorable those hot summer. At the age of 14 that summer, my father’s hand hit my face for the first time. My cheeks suddenly became hot. My father severely dropped a packet of puffs from my bag on the ground. Biting his teeth on the bad foot, I can even hear the sound of his father’s teeth up and down friction. My father is a severe and stubborn person. He will rebuke me for the remaining rice in the bowl