父亲是个木匠,只知道埋头干活,平时沉默寡言,简直就像个哑巴。在这种不声不吭中,我却体会出了浓浓的父爱。我初一是在浙江读的。那里的本地学生家里都很有钱,生活富裕,一身上下全是名牌。我看在眼里,羡慕在心里,甚至垂涎三尺。一天晚上的课间,我和班级的一位男同学发生了口角。他嘲笑我,说我是 My father is a carpenter, only know that buried work, usually quiet, just like a dumb. In this silent, I realized a thick fatherly love. My first day was read in Zhejiang. Where the local students are rich in money at home, rich life, a full name brand. I see in the eyes, envy in my heart, and even coveted. One night class, I had a classmate with a male student quarrel. He laughed at me and said I was