高三那一年,我和爸爸的关系简直降到冰点。不上不下的成绩,青春期的叛逆,甚至穿衣打扮、一言一行,稍不注意,都能遭到他严厉的苛责。或许是疲于应付,或许是懦弱逃避,我坚决地提出来想要住校。妈妈无可奈何,只是一边埋怨着爸爸,一边帮我收拾东西。爸爸一声不吭地待在书房,好像在生妈妈的气,或者是生我的气。我看着他的背影,深灰色的羊绒衫,款式既古板又过时,微驼的背,始终不肯转向我,真是个脾气糟糕的倔老头儿。我故意不和他打招呼,离家时“砰” In the third year of my senior year, my relationship with my father was almost frozen. Nothing can be achieved, adolescent rebellion, even dress, words and deeds, do not pay attention, can be harshly criticized him. Maybe it is struggling to deal with it, perhaps it is weak and evasion. I firmly propose that I want to live on campus. The mother had no choice but to help me pack up while complaining about her father. Dad stayed in the study without saying anything, as if being angry with his mother or angry with me. I looked at his back, dark gray cashmere sweater, old style and outdated style, the back of the micro-camel, always refused to turn to me, really a bad old man. I did not knowingly say hello to him. When I left home, “砰”