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周末带儿子踢球,追球的时候他摔倒了,摔破了胳膊肘。第二天,我爸看见孙子的伤,批评我:“你这当爹的,带孩子怎么那么粗糙呢?你小时候,我可从没让你磕碰着。”听到这话后,我沉默了,陷入了深深的沉思。我6岁时那个礼拜日天寒地冻,我妈值班,我爸带我去奶奶家蹭饭。吃完午饭,我爸说:“我带你去日坛公园玩吧。”日坛公园中间有个小人工湖。湖面没有完全冻上,只是微微结了一层薄冰。我蹲在湖边用树枝够冰片儿。玩了一会,有点起风,我爸就催我回去。
He took his son to play football on the weekend and he fell when he was chasing the ball and broke his elbow. The next day, my dad saw the grandson’s wounds and criticized me: “When your father, with the children how so rough? When you were young, I never bang you.” “After hearing this, I Silence, caught in deep contemplation. When I was 6, my Sunday was cold and my mom was on duty. My dad took me to my grandmother’s house and rub rice. After lunch, my dad said: ”I’ll take you to Ritan Park to play." There is a small artificial lake in the middle of Ritan Park. The lake is not completely frozen, but a slight layer of thin ice knot. I squatted at the lake with branches for borneol. Play for a while, a little windy, my dad urged me to go back.