在童年的记忆中 ,父亲英俊洒脱 ,母亲美丽温柔 ,我这只在白杨与垂柳间无忧无虑飞来飞去的小鸟 ,在生活的蜜中被泡大。或许因此 ,我不知道体贴 ,不懂得珍惜。风云突变 ,家庭之舟似乎在一夜之间摇摇欲覆。那是一个黑沉沉的夜 ,我被父母亲的争吵惊醒 ,还没来得及弄清是怎么回事 , In his childhood memories, his father was handsome and tender, his mother was tender and tender, and my bird, flying in carefree aspen and weeping willows, was soaked in the honey of life. Perhaps, therefore, I do not know thoughtful, do not know how to cherish. Sudden changes, the family boat seems to shake overnight. It was a dark night, I was awakened by the quarrel of parents, have not had time to figure out what is going on,