暗夜里,我蜷缩在墙角边,轻轻地啜泣,白天的一幕幕再现在我的眼前。下午,看着满是红叉的试卷,爸问我:“你怎么就不知道好好学习呢?”我呆愣了一下,幽幽地吐出一句“:爸,别人都说,我是个坏孩子!”抬起头来,爸空洞的眼睛转变成了愤怒,抄起一根木棍,狠命地打着我,我不说一句话。我? In the darkness, I curled up to the edge of the corner, sobbing softly, and the scenes of daylight reappeared before my eyes. Afternoon, looking at papers full of red cross, Dad asked me: “Why do not you know how to learn?” I froze a moment, faintly uttered a: "Dad, others say, I am a bad boy! Looked up, Dad hollow eyes turned into anger, copy a stick, hit me fiercely, I do not say a word. I?