家庭,是一首歌,时而激情似火,时而婉转悠扬,时而欢快明丽……偶像篇放学后,一推门,咦,怎么有股浓浓的火药味?家里静得出奇,不知是暴风雨来临的前奏,还是狂风后的片刻安宁,爸妈背对背坐在沙发上,一脸沉闷,“爸,妈,我回来了!”我想打破这宁静。“儿子,你回来得正好,你给评评理。”妈妈迫不及待地说。“对,你来说说是她有理还是我有理!”爸爸也毫不示弱。哇,果真如此,火药味不小啊!“你俩先熄熄火,消消气,有话慢慢说。”我让他俩坐在桌旁,还给 Family is a song, sometimes passionate and fiery, sometimes melodious, sometimes cheerful and bright... Idol after school, a push door, hey, how do you have a strong smell of gunpowder? The home is very quiet, I do not know is the storm coming Prelude, or a moment after the storm, my parents sat back to back on the sofa, a look dull, “Dad, Mom, I’m back!” I want to break this silence. “My son, you’re just right back. You give the judge.” Mom said impatiently. “Yeah, you’re saying she’s reasonable or I’m justified!” “My father is not weak. Wow, if it’s true, the smell of gunpowder is not too small!”“You both extinguish the flames, eliminate the gas, and say something slowly.” “I let them sit at the table and give it back.”