In a lot of moment, people is fed up with conflict. But, to those children that are in adolescence, the backside of conflict, it is to grow however.
在很多时候，人们讨厌争执。但是，对于那些正处于青春期的孩子们而言，争执的背后，却是成长。
The door opened. Father is accompanying the chink of the key, stamp one's foot is worn serious step, paralysis lies to go up in sofa. Remembered a grandma going by only, said some of word, father's brows was knitted at a draught rise. He throws the key toward tea table, ringing harsh metallic collision tone is lain between like sky, ignited the flame of a conflict.
门开了。父亲伴随着钥匙的叮当声，跺着沉重的步子，瘫卧在沙发上。只记得奶奶走了过去，说了些话，父亲的眉头一下子皱了起来。他把钥匙往茶几上一扔，清脆又刺耳的金属碰撞声隔空似的，点燃了一场争执的火苗。
“ says, are you the mobile phone that touched a grandma again? This chill and tall figure stops ” in my back. I am solving maths to inscribe, have one's mind stuffed with is a complex number and symbol, blurt out answered sentence: “ is done not have. ” frontier is saying, the edge is making rough draft. The window lock in the room is worn, without air cooling drop water comes put out a fire, listen so that the fried dish sound of be agitated piles in the kitchen however, as if add fuel to the flames. Father at a draught anger, drink to me: “ stops the pen! Did not write! ” emerges subsequently, it is the thick smell of gunpowder that this word spills over. I am solving a problem at the same time, at the same time the solilo-quize wears: …… of two linear parallel is the same as “ by complementary ……” father pats an internal angle suddenly table, growl path: “ called you to be not written! You are inaudible! ”“ how, my whats did not work, I should write line of business! ” is saying, those digital in a twinkling in my brains are blazing rise, begin to burn, train of thought was thrown into confusion completely.
“说，你是不是又碰了奶奶的手机？”这个冷漠高大的身影停在了我的身后。我正解着数学题，满脑子都是一片复杂的数字和符号，随口答了句：“没有。”边说着，边打着草稿。房间里的窗户紧闭着，没有冷风滴水来灭火，却听得厨房里一堆烦躁的炒菜声，仿佛火上浇油。父亲一下子怒了，对着我喝道：“把笔停下！别写了！”随之涌来的，是这句话溢出的浓浓火药味。我一边解着题，一边自言自语着：“两直线平行……同旁内角互补……”父亲猛地一拍桌子，吼道：“叫你别写了！你听不见啊！”“怎么了，我什么都没有干，我要写作业！”说着，我头脑中那些数字霎时间炽热了起来，开始燃烧，思路全被打乱了。
All around quiet a few seconds, air is dry, the person also is dry.
四周安静了几秒，空气是干燥的，人也是干燥的。
Ground of ” of drop of drop of “ of rice cooker of the report in the kitchen rang. Abrupt, father mixes the notebook that had seized me pen, firm firm ground is bungled toward the ground. My not reconciled to, close mathematical book suddenly, make noise giving a point, pile face of chair in the future, babyish demonstrate is worn. I admire head look to wear with the eyes that distain and annoys father goes to engrave then the brow like, still have that weather-shack lip. As to the eyes with father close composition, I do not look to also know, it is every time same bloody, same feral. Be afraid of before, but was used to now, also had not been afraid of again.
厨房里电饭锅“滴滴”地响了起来。突然，父亲一把夺过了我的本子和笔，狠狠地往地上一砸。我不甘心，猛地合上数学书，造出点声响，把椅子往后面一堆，幼稚地示威着。我用不屑和愤怒的眼神仰头瞧着父亲那对刻上去般的眉毛，还有那干裂的嘴唇。至于父作文亲的眼神，我不看也知道，每次都是一样的血腥、一样的凶猛。以前怕，但现在习惯了，就再也没有怕过。
“ you is this in gally who? I ask you again, are you the mobile phone that used a grandma? Why does the grandma seek the information before be less than her? Cannot also open small letter? Before ” this sound is compared flatter, solidder, sharper.
“你这是在吓唬谁？我再问你一遍，你是不是动了奶奶的手机？奶奶为什么找不到她之前的信息？也打不开微信了？”这声音比之前的更干脆，更坚固，更锋利。
“ , him grandma cannot find that, as dry as my why? ” I am a little impatient, however seem be mingled with is worn some sneer at.
“哦，那是奶奶自己找不到的，与我何干？”我有些不耐烦，却又好似夹杂着些嘲讽。
“ you what manner is this? ” father is silent a little while, there am me like death, said lightly sentence. Probably, be to be being enraged really.
“你这是什么态度？”父亲沉默了一会儿，死亡般凝视着我，淡淡地说了句。或许，是真的气着了。
“ every time the mobile phone of the grandma a problem, you say be my doing! My incur who? By what? ” does not know how, I am saying, voice is bigger and bigger, came out with respect to growl simply finally, the grievance in the heart and anger were not released clean however. One's voice in speech just fell, came a phone, father swings the dress, walked out of a room. He takes the key, accompanying familiar chink, those who disappear in this blare close in sound.
“每次奶奶的手机一出问题，你就说是我干的！我招惹谁了？凭什么？”不知怎的，我说着说着，声音就越来越大，最后简直就吼出来了，心中的委屈和愤怒却并没有释放干净。话音刚落，来了一个电话，父亲甩了甩衣服，走出了房间。他拿上钥匙，伴随着熟悉的叮当声，消失在这巨响的关门声中。
The door shut, father went, the sun also set. I right now, the notebook on silently pick up ground and pen, return a seat to go up again, continue to write had operation. A conflict ended it seems that, and my canthus, ineffable, much a tear stains.
门关了，父亲走了，太阳也落山了。此时的我，默默地捡起地上的本子和笔，又回到座位上，继续写起了作业。一场争执似乎结束了，而我的眼角，莫名的，多了一丝泪痕。
I and father cold war several days. , went taking an apple in freezer, remember father suddenly, some are not flavor in the heart. But I remember dimly, that apple is very sweet very fragile. Separated half month, the grandma says suddenly to me: The malic or else in “ freezer eats bad, but your father specially gives you,buy then ah ……”
我和父亲冷战了好几天。一次，去冰箱里拿了一个苹果，突然想起父亲，心里有些不是滋味。但我依稀记得，那次的苹果很甜很脆。隔了半个月，奶奶突然对我说：“冰箱里的苹果再不吃就坏了，那可是你爸爸特地给你买的啊……”
Then, this conflict ended after I and father apologize. I also accordingly, fell in love with eat an apple.
于是，这场争执在我和父亲道歉之后结束了。我也因此，爱上了吃苹果。(文/沈天钰)