我一出生便认识他了,注定了的,因为他是我父亲,我叫他爸爸。我对他的记忆是从他第一次打我开始的。之前,他一直在忙他的学习,从白天到晚上。他没有时间可以和我相处来尽一个当父亲的责任,他也没有给我更多机会让我留下难忘的记忆。当他终于有了一点时间,他发现我并不如他想的那样学书法,然后他打了我,在我身上留下了印记;心上,也有。上学后,我的数学基础不好,他让我遇到不懂的问题去请教他。 I knew him once I was born. It was destined because he was my father and I called him his father. My memory of him started with the first time he hit me. Before, he has been busy with his studies from day to night. He did not have time to get along with me to be a father’s responsibility, and he did not give me more opportunities to leave me an unforgettable memory. When he finally had a little time, he discovered that I did not learn calligraphy as he thought. Then he beat me and left a mark on me; in heart, there was also. After school, my math foundation was not good. He asked me to ask him about problems I didn’t understand.