我想,父亲还是爱我的,虽然他前几天无理由地把我暴打了一顿。但我依然这样认为。躺在床上,望着天花板,摸着被打紫的腿,流着不争气的眼泪,想着父亲的坏,把从小到大不愉快的小事一件件累积起来,那一刻他成了“恶魔”。朦胧的记忆中,想起了一件事,我没有继续哭下去…… I think my father still loved me, even though he beat me up for no reason the previous few days. But I still think so. Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, feeling the beaten purple legs, shed tears of disappointment, thinking about his father’s bad, and accumulating small things that were unhappy from childhood to childhood, and he became a demon at that moment. ". I remembered one thing in my memory. I didn’t continue to cry...