我父亲是个医生。在我很小的时候,他告诉过我,人的心脏就像一个握紧的拳头。我便深埋下了这样一个印象:人心如拳。直到我遇这那件事才懂得,其实,人心更像一把锁。一天,在放学路上,我碰到了村里有名的醉鬼张三。他又烂醉如泥,横躺在地上。他一会儿哭一会儿笑,大吵大闹。他父亲来 My father is a doctor. When I was very young, he told me that the human heart is like a clenched fist. I deeply buried under such an impression: the heart like a fist. Until I met this matter can understand, in fact, the people more like a lock. One day, on the way to school, I met the village's famous drunk Zhang San. He was still drunk, lying on the ground. He laughed for a while and quarreled. His father came