女儿升入小学三年级了,成绩一直很好,只有作文让她头疼。老师布置的作文题目,她都不知从何写起,总是咬着铅笔皱着眉头,老半天仍憋不出几行字来。她就偷着埋怨我,爸把坏毛病都遗传给我了,好东西一点也没给我。当妻子把这番话转告给我时,我扑哧一声笑了,但笑过之后,便觉得女儿埋怨得实在是有道理。你看我有鼻炎,女儿鼻子也常不通气;我脾气不好,她也常和别人呕气;我会写 Daughter rose into third grade, the result has been very good, only writing her headache. Teacher arranged the essay topic, she did not know where to write, always frowned bitten pencil, old half a day still hold out a few lines of words. She stole complain me, daddy gave me all the bad things, good things did not give me at all. When my wife told me these words, I went on a laughed laugh, but after I had smiled, I thought my daughter complained really made sense. You see, I have rhinitis, my daughter’s nose is also often not breathe; my temper is not good, she often vomit with others; I will write