Haruki Murakami said: you have to be an adult quietly.

村上春树说:你需要不露声色地做一个成年人了。


About youth, I have never had a fixed answer, I never feel so urgent need to mature.

关于青春,我从来没有过固定不动的回答,我从不感觉自身那麼急切地必须完善。


My stepfather, he is not tall, looks a little thin, bearded, and even sometimes his hair is messy. He is a construction worker. Whenever he came home and sat next to me eating with all his mud and ashes, I didn't like it or even got bored. Maybe I have never had a father's love since I was a child. I am always estranged from him. Once he used my pen, I deliberately found fault with him and had a quarrel with him. He looked at me like a child at a loss and listened to me slamming the door. I don't know what it's like when a father is hurt by his children. When the fire is burning in my heart, I lose myself and can't see what he has done for me.

我的继父,他身高不高,神採略瘦,邋里邋遢,乃至有的情况下秀发全是乱七八糟的。他是施工人员。每每他回家了,带上全身砂灰坐着我边上用餐时,我很讨厌,乃至厌倦。也许是自小抵达也没有有着过父亲的爱,我一直对他很生疏。有一次它用了一下我的笔,我便有意找茬儿和他吵了一架,他居然像个孩童一样不知所措地怔怔望着我,听着我将房间门摔得很响。我也不知道一个爸爸被小孩损害时是啥觉得,当就是我心里火苗烧得旺兴,迷途了自身,看不见他为我做的一切。


At that time, I was extremely unreasonable, and I couldn't accept a kind of sudden emotion sweeping my life like a tornado. As I became more and more angry, he was unexpectedly kind to me, which made me at a loss. He often accompanies me to study. When I can't think of a math problem, he often helps me to give me some tips and brag about how good my math lessons are when I study. Finally, once I couldn't help but burst out and yelled at him: "you're so powerful, why are you still a worker?" I will never forget the surprise in his eyes, full of injuries.

那时的自身偏执地没法理喻,我没法接纳一种始料未及的情感像沙尘暴一样气势雄伟地风靡我们的生活。就在我愈来愈气愤的状况下,他却意想不到地一件事好,要我手足无措。他常常陪着我学习培训,当我们煞费苦心也搞不懂一道数学题时,他经常会协助我帮我一点提醒并吹捧自身念书时数学课课程是何其的好。总算有一次我禁不住暴发了,冲他大吼了一句:“你那么强大如何或是个职工!”我始终无法忘记他那时候惊讶的目光中,满是负伤。


All of a sudden, the parents' meeting, which was always attended by his mother, was entrusted to him. While I was complaining, I saw him wearing the shirt he used to wear when he was on a blind date with my mother. His shirt was ironed neatly, his beard was shaved clean, and his hair was combed into 37 points, greased and slick. When I saw his dress, at that moment, the high wall I had built for him for many years collapsed. His good memories of me were like silent movies. My nose was slightly sour, but I still didn't admit defeat. I still spoke to him in a hard voice. Since then, I have been so arrogant to him, our relationship has been close, and gradually I will act coquetry in front of him.