父亲的眼泪是我人生的救赎

父亲寡言，但很严肃，他的想法和做法和别人不一样：喜欢人前打骂、教导儿子；相信棒头出孝子，因为爷爷当年也就是这样待他。

 

Dad is a reserved man of few words but is always grave and strict. What’s more, he is quite different from others in ideas and practices: recklessly cursing and beating or bringing to account his son in the presence of neighbors as he strongly believes in such a principle: a dutiful son is the product of the rod, which is deeply ingrained in his mind from his own father.

 

七八岁开始，我每天都挨打。父亲白天工作很忙，晚上吃完饭下了桌，就开始问我今天做错什么事。妈妈告状、姐姐告状，他就用皮带抽我，手臂上一条一条的淤血痕。所以小时候，我一直喜欢穿长袖。

 

At about 8 or 9 years old, I got my lump or a dressing down with each passing day. Dad busied himself outside in the day time but began to take me to task for whatever I did wrong at table after the supper. Mom and my elder sister took turns at telling on me for having made trouble here and there, so he would strap me like anything, leaving my arms a lot of bruises, so for this very reason I had to wear long-sleeve jacket in my childhood.

 

这造成我10岁开始就不平衡，“你打我，我就去打别人。”那时候住在眷区附近，跟里面的孩子去附近打闹，父亲就越打越重。

 

So I was emotionally upset and disturbed in spite of just a 10-year-old kid, who thought, “I was indiscriminately beaten, so I would vent my spleen on other smaller kids”. At that time, we lived in a neighborhood of the military residential quarters, so I used to brawl with other kids in the neighborhood and Dad would deal me a heavier blow the next time.

 

结果就是，我根本没办法念书，一天到晚打架闹事，初三连英文字母都写不全，数学也不会!于是念到感化院去了，一共待了两年半。

 

It turned out that I completely lost control of this thong and found it impossible for me to concentrate on my lessons as I came to blows with other kids all day long. Everything went from bad to worse for me so much so that I couldn’t write out the English alphabet, nor could I do arithmetic. To make matters worse, I was sent into a reformatory school where I stayed remorsefully for two and a half years.

 

这次父亲流着忏悔的眼泪对我说：“我不是不爱你，我一定要你的未来好。”

 

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