我就是那样的,最想流泪的时候,死撑着不肯流一滴眼泪;最要好的人离开时,咬紧牙关不肯说一句挽留的话;心里无数次嚷着想要投降,脸上却装着一副毫不在乎的样子。他的眼光,曾经让我充满怨恨,因为他总是用不一样的眼光看待我。从小到大,爸爸的眼光一直都与众不同,我曾把得到他一个赞赏的眼神当做奋斗的目标,像渴望得到糖果的孩子一样渴望他肯定的眼光,然而总是 I was like that, most want to shed tears, refused to shed tears of perseverance; the best people to leave, bite the teeth refused to say a word of retention; my heart cried countless times to surrender, but his face was filled with a Vice careless look. His eyes, once let me full of resentment, because he always looks at me with a different vision. From small to large, my father’s vision has always been different, I have been given his admirable eyes as a struggle goal, as long as desire to get candy, his affirmation of the vision, but always