我“恨”你爸爸。”您让我在春天里没有您的陪伴；您让我在夏天里没有您的怀抱；您让我在秋天里孤独一人；你让我在冬天里伤心哭诉。
I“ Hate” Your father. ” You have left me without your company in spring; You have left me without your embrace in summer; You leave me alone in autumn; You make me cry sadly in winter.
我“恨”你爸爸。六岁那年，因为我要去上小学，你又需要回广州上班，所以咱们就在这里分别了。从那以后，我的世界堆满乌云，快乐像过冬的燕子一般，飞到了一个谁也看不到的地方去了。
I“ Hate” Your father. When I was six years old, we parted ways here because I was going to primary school and you needed to go back to Guangzhou to work. Since then, my world has been filled with dark clouds, and happiness has flown to a place that no one can see, like swallows in winter.
从此，在班上，我又不知不觉的有了一个新外号“孤人儿”。
From then on, in class, I unconsciously gained a new nickname; Lonely person;.
我“恨”你，爸爸。快过年时，妈妈欢喜地告诉我：“你的爸爸要回来了！”我顿时为之一震，头脑里在死循环的拼凑着爸爸的模样，可怎么也想不出来。
I“ Hate” You, Dad. As the Chinese New Year approached, my mother joyfully told me:; Your father is coming back! ” I was instantly shocked, my mind was constantly piecing together my father's appearance, but I couldn't figure it out.
过了半个月，我终于见到了所谓的爸爸：高个子，壮身体，力气非常大……爸爸一见到我，就扔下行李把我抱了起来，亲着我说到：“宝贝，想死我了”。而我却是一脸茫然，好奇地看着他。我呆呆地望着他，望着他拿出送给我的礼物；我呆呆地望着他，望着他梳理着头发；我呆呆地望着他，望着他一步一步走着，走着……他走来了。
After half a month, I finally met the so-called father: tall, strong, and very strong; … As soon as my dad saw me, he threw down his luggage and picked me up, kissing me and saying; Baby, you miss me so much;. But I looked at him with a bewildered expression and curiosity. I stared blankly at him, watching him take out the gift he had given me; I stared at him blankly, watching him comb his hair; I stared at him blankly, watching him walk step by step, walking along; … He came over.
渐渐地，我接受起了面前这个熟悉又陌生的爸爸。原来他也不是那么坏。
Gradually, I accepted the familiar yet unfamiliar father in front of me. He wasn't that bad either.
我“恨”你，亲爱的爸爸，但我一定会仍然爱你，我知道你一定是太忙了，对不对？
I“ Hate” You, dear dad, but I will still love you. I know you must be too busy, right?