有一天,我把父亲珍爱的水晶打火机摔碎了。我只是想抽出下面的报纸而已,它却将一副粉身碎骨的惨相呈现在了我的面前。我只能躲进房间,不敢面对自己的闪失。直到晚饭时,我才瞥见餐桌边的那摊碎片,汽油已经挥发了,只留下淡淡的渍迹。父亲对此只字不提,那原本十分精致的打火机就躺在他的脚边。我却愈发不敢抬头看他,更不敢低头面对我的闪失。于是,我匆忙结束晚饭,逃回房 One day, I broke my favorite crystal lighter. I just want to pull out the following newspaper only, but it will be a miserable phase appeared in front of me. I can only hide in the room, afraid to face their own accidental loss. I did not catch a glimpse of the shard at the table until dinner, and the gas had evaporated, leaving only a touch of stain on it. The father did not mention this, the very exquisite lighters lie on his feet. I am more and more afraid to look up to him, but can not bow to my face lost. So, I hurriedly finish dinner, escaped to the room