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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. | 
