爱在心口难开

喝完最后一口牛奶，我默默地把145分的卷子放到父亲面前，他抬起眼哼了一声，签上大名后又继续埋头看报了。我嘴唇动了动，想说什么，但终究还是作罢，反正我也习惯了。收拾好东西，我顺手把门带上，那轻轻的关门声，仿佛一声叹息似的。我头也不回，大步向学校走去……

after drinking the last mouthful of milk, i silently put the 145 cent paper in front of my father. he raised his eyes and snorted. after signing the name, he went on reading the newspaper. i moved my lips and wanted to say something, but i finally gave up. anyway, i was used to it. when i packed my things, i took the door with me. the door closed softly, as if with a sigh. i don't look back, stride to school

其实，我也想他对我笑一笑，说声“考得不错”的话……

in fact, i also want him to smile at me and say "good test"

我跟我父亲好像是天生仇人，从小到大，我们的交战便没停过。调皮是男孩的天性，每当我闯了祸，他总一声不吭，抡起皮带没命地抽。大概是遗传了他的执拗，我也不哭，一阵清脆地抽打声和妈妈的哭喊声混战，最终便以“砰”一声摔门的巨响——我夺门而出告终。

my father and i seem to be natural enemies. from small to large, our fighting never stops. mischievous is a boy's nature. whenever i do something wrong, he always says nothing and shakes his belt to kill me. probably because of his stubbornness, i didn't cry. i fought with my mother's cry with a clear sound of slapping. finally, i came out with a bang.

妈妈常跟我说，其实他是爱我的，只是不知道怎样表达，我要试着和他沟通一下。沟通？我冷笑，和他这种机器怎么沟通？他甚至对路边不相识的扫街大婶笑一笑，却吝惜地不肯对我展露分毫，他表达“爱”的唯一语言，便是那无止境的皮带抽响。而我回报他的爱，便是比说话还多次数的摔门声……

my mother often tells me that he loves me, but i don't know how to express it. i will try to communicate with him. communicate？ i sneer, how to communicate with his kind of machine？ he even smiled at the street sweeper who didn't know each other by the side of the road, but grudgingly refused to show me anything. the only language he used to express "love" was the endless belt. and i repay his love by slamming the door several times more than talking

想着想着，便来到了学校。“嘿！”好友神秘地凑过来，“知道今天什么日子吗？父亲节！”顿时，冰冷的老脸又浮现在脑海，我厌恶地说：“关我什么事？”“你不对你父亲表示点什么吗？我昨晚等不及，已经送了，当我对我爸说‘我爱你’的时候，他居然哭了呢！”好友兴奋地说，然后不由分说地拉我去了精品店……

thinking about it, i came to school. "hey!" my friend mysteriously came up and said, "do you know what day it is？ father's day! " suddenly, the cold old face came to mind again. i said disgustedly, "what's the matter with me？" "don't you say anything to your father？ i can't wait last night. i sent it. when i said to my father, "i love you", he cried! " my friend said excitedly, and then he dragged me to the boutique

拿着一瓶二锅头和一盒包装精美的皮带，我忐忑地回到家里。送皮带，真讽刺，他又要抽我了吧？

with a bottle of erguotou and a box of beautifully packed leather belts, i came home uneasily. it's ironic that he's going to smoke me again, isn't it？

“爸，今天是父亲节，这是送你的礼物。”我不动声色道。他愣了一下，慢腾腾地拆开了礼物。出乎意料，他没有勃然大怒，只重重地叹了口气：“今天你妈不在，跟我喝一杯。”也好，壮壮胆。

"dad, today is father's day. this is a gift for you." i said quietly. he was stunned and slowly opened the present. unexpectedly, he didn't get angry, just sighed heavily: "today your mother is not here, have a drink with me." it's good to be brave.

可怕的寂静，只有酒杯碰撞声。两人都喝得微醺，我望着父亲，幽幽地说：“爸爸，我……我……我爱你……”极轻极快地带过，也不知他听到没有，“我没别的意思，只是你那条皮带快断了……”没等我说完，父亲喉咙里冒出一句：“今天考试考得不错……”我的眼顿时热了。他拿起酒杯，仰头猛地一倒，眼睛闪闪的，红了。他慌忙掩饰道：“这酒……这酒太烈了……”我笑笑，哽咽着：“是烈了点……”说罢也举杯一饮而尽，热泪，流进了嘴里……有爱的泪，是甜的……

there was a terrible silence, only the clash of glasses. both of them were slightly drunk. i looked at my father and said quietly, "dad, i i. i love you. " i don't know if he hears it. "i don't mean anything, but your belt is about to break." before i finished, my father's throat came up with a sentence: "today's exam was good." my eyes are hot at once. he picked up the glass and threw it on his head. his eyes were sparkling and red. he hurriedly disguised: "this wine this wine is too strong. " i smiled and choked: "it's a little bit stronger." after that, he drank up his glass, and tears flowed into his mouth tears of love are sweet

一声“我爱你”，化解无数情……

a "i love you", dissolve countless feelings

作文评分：60分

composition score: 60 points