从小到大,我一直在和妈妈做斗争。妈妈把我从小带到大,嬉笑怒骂都搅在一起;爸爸呢?天天忙得像团团转的陀螺一样,哪还有什么时间和我扯天扯地?所以,妈妈对我了如指掌,她就像坐在铺垫上打坐的老和尚,不对,应该是老尼姑一样,不用睁眼看我就可以运筹帷幄,决胜千里。为什么? From small to large, I have been fighting my mother. My mother brought me from childhood to childhood, laughing and scolding are mixed together; Dad? Every day busy like a spinning top, which time there is nothing to do with me? So, my mother knew me, she was like The old monk sitting on the ground meditating, wrong, it should be the same as the old nun, do not open my eyes and I can strategizing, winning a thousand miles. why?