“Never set foot in this house again!” shouted father. “Bang! “The door closed behind me. With tears in my eyes, I rushed out of the flat and ran along the street.
The street lights were shining, causing rather sad feelings. I wandered(游荡) aimlessly.
A young father who held a child in his arms walked past me. I felt as if I saw my childhood from another space: happy and carefree.
But now... I don't know whether it is because I have grown up or because dad is getting old. We differ in our ways of thinking. He always puts his opinions on me. We are just like two people coming from two different worlds. It feels like there is an iron door between us that can never be opened.
I wandered in the streets, without any aim in my mind. As I walked on, there were fewer and fewer people in the streets. When I finally reached the apartment where I lived, I saw that the light was still on.
I thought to myself: “Is father waiting for me, or is he still angry with me?”
In fact, it was nothing. Perhaps, dad was throwing away some of his old stamps. Perhaps he thought they were useless. I never had the courage to tell him that I liked collecting stamps. All the lights were off except father’s
Dad was always like this. Maybe he didn’t know how to express himself. After shouting at me, he never said sorry to me. But after an argument he always came into my room secretly and made sure whether I was asleep.
This was how he always was. He has been a leader for so long that telling everyone else what to do has become his second nature(天性).
The light was still on. “Am I wrong?” I whispered, maybe… With the key in hand, I was as nervous as I had ever been. At last, I decided to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, tears ran down my cheeks. I suddenly realized that the iron door I had imagined between us did not exist at all. Love-it's second to none.
【小题1】What made the writer think of his childhood?A.The sight of the street lights. |
B.The sight of the empty street. |
C.The sight of a father with a child in his arms. |
D.The sight of light in his own house. |
A.the lights | B.the people in the street |
C.the old stamps | D.the son’s opinions |
A.Perhaps the father is getting older and old. | B.Perhaps the son has already grown up. |
C.Perhaps they never agree with each other. | D.Perhaps the father has got used to doing that. |
A.b-e-d-c-a | B.b-e-c-d-a | C.e-b-a-c-d | D.e-b-c-a-d |
A.The father treats his son in an unfair way. |
B.The father is actually kind to his son. |
C.The father is neither kind nor rude to his son. |
D.The father is not satisfied with his son. |