小时候,我的每一篇文章,都是父亲一字一句改过,那个时候,唯一盼着的就是哪天我的文章不用再被他修改。记得小学五年级的时候,我第一次有一篇文章他看过以后只字未动,当时激动的心情至今仍记忆犹新。而待长大以后,我才明白,这种兴奋是愚蠢的,以后再也不会有这样一个人,如此悉心地修改你的文章,如此不厌其烦地指导你写作。但是孩子的这种体悟,往往 As a kid, every piece of my essay was rewritten by my father. At that time, the only thing I looked forward to was when my essay would not be modified by him anymore. I remember the fifth grade primary school, the first time I have an article he did not read after reading, was still excited mood still fresh in my memory. And when I grow up, I realize that this kind of excitement is foolish and that there will never be such a person in the future, so carefully modifying your essay so that you will not tire of directing your writing. However, this understanding of children, often