爸爸,看着我们这个终日笼罩着“阴云”不是“刮风”就是“下雨”的家,我有很多话要对您说,请您耐心地听一听儿子的心声吧。爸爸,耳闻目睹您和妈妈三天一小吵,五天一大闹,我根本不理解你们为什么如此频繁地吵架。伴随着你们的争吵声,我一天天地长大了。如今我才明白,原来都怪爸爸手中那支可恨的笔! 爸爸,您爱写作,且发表了不少作品,还出了几本书,这是件大好事。作为儿女,我们也引以为荣。作家的思想都较为复杂,感情也极为丰富,我们可以理解,但不能原谅的是,您不该因发表了几篇文章,出了几本诗集,就讨厌自己贤惠的妻子——我善良的妈妈。 Dad, look at us all over the shrouded “cloud” is not “windy” is “rainy” home, I have a lot to say to you, please be patient listen to your son’s voice. Dad, I saw you and your mother three days a noisy, five days a row, I do not understand why you are so often quarrel. With your quarrel, I grew up day by day. Now I understand that the original blame my father’s hate pen! Dad, you love writing, and published a lot of works, but also out of a few books, this is a great thing. We are also proud of being children. It is understandable, but unforgivable, that writers are more complicated in their thoughts and feelings, and we can not forgive that you should not annoy your worthy wife, my kind mother, for publishing several articles and several poems. .