一直到现在,我仍然能清楚地记得爸妈对爷爷奶奶的那种不满,那种憎恨,那种无形的排斥。特别是妈妈,对爷爷那种不屑的目光更令人寒心。我不明白,是什么让一家人.形同陌路。儿时的我,性格内向。也许是因为家庭的不和睦,也许是因为妈妈的过于严厉,总之我没有朋友,连上下学也是独来独往。那是一个烈日炎炎的夏天,太阳像一个大火球高挂在空中,小草也被晒得低下了头。我和往常一样,背着沉重的书包,无精打采地走向校门。每天的这个时候妈妈都会来接我的。校门口的马路被晒得“软绵绵”的,像我的两条腿。妈妈怎么还没来?都啥时候了,连门卫老大爷都想睡觉了。我焦急地 Until now, I can still clearly remember the kind of dissatisfaction my parents have against grandparents, that kind of hatred, the kind of invisible exclusion. Especially my mother, the kind of disdain for my grandfather eyes even more chilling. I do not understand, what makes a family. Childhood, introverted. Perhaps because of family disharmony, perhaps because of the mother’s harsh, in short, I do not have friends, even go to school is lonely. It was a hot summer sun, the sun like a big fireball hanging in the air, the grass was sun too low head. As usual, carrying heavy school bags, I slipped to school. Mom will pick me up at this time of day. The road in front of the school was sunken “soft ”, like my two legs. Why are not you coming? What time is it, even the old man, guard, wants to go to bed? I am anxious