那是一个深秋的午后,我伏案翻阅着学生的日记。漫步字行,我犹如走进了一个变化无穷的情感世界:时而阴云密布,时而晴空万里,时而泪珠如注,时而又笑语叮当。我那思绪之舟在情感的激流中迂回冲撞,而深深刺痛我心灵的是马林日记里的声声诉说:“我恨我的爸 It was a late autumn afternoon, I read the student diary at his desk. Walked along the line, I was like into a changing emotional world: sometimes overcast, sometimes the sky, sometimes teary, sometimes laughing jingle. My thoughts boat circuitous collision in the raging emotion, and deeply hurt my heart is the voice of Marin’s diary to tell: ”I hate my dad