我仍能清晰地记得那个画面:胖乎乎的小手,盛满鱼饼的碗,就要到嘴的美食……然而,伴随着“啪”一记清亮的响声,美食落在了地上。手背上五个狰狞的手指印,一片通红。我嘴巴一瘪,眼泪就流下来了。母亲黑着一张脸,眉头紧蹙,这样严厉的模样我第一次见到。我吓得忘了哭,母亲严肃的声音传来:“知道疼了吗?”我点点头。“知道疼了,就要改!吃饭要用 I can still clearly remember the picture: chubby little hands, bowls filled with fish cakes, and a mouthful of food ... However, accompanied by a crackle of ”pop“, the food fell to the ground. Five 狰 狞 fingerprints on the back of the hand, a red. When my mouth is flat, tears flow down. My mother had a dark face, my brow tight, so harsh appearance I saw for the first time. I was scared to forget crying, mother’s serious voice came: ”Do you know pain?“ I nodded. ”Know the pain, we must change! Use to eat