I was beaten by my parents when I was a child. Do you think they don't love you?

No, it's because I think they love you by hitting you. There is a saying that doesn't say so. Playing is kissing and scolding is love, and not playing or scolding is abnormal. Moreover, I think the way parents in China educate their children is to advocate the idea of giving birth to dutiful sons with disorderly sticks. Growing up, we were never beaten when we were children. What's more, people won't hit you unless you are your parents. It hurts to hit your body and your parents' hearts, and hitting you is also a sign of love.

I still have a deep impression, which should be the scene when I was beaten by my mother in the fifth and sixth grades. I was particularly rebellious at that time. I like not going home, and I also like going to Internet cafes. At that time, I felt that being a bad boy and making others afraid of me was awesome and something to be proud of. So at that time, I really took pains to intensify. I will sneak out while my mother is asleep, or fight with a group of boys and girls in the Internet cafe, go to class directly the next day, or sleep with my classmates for one night. At that time, I didn't know why I was particularly disgusted with staying at home and didn't like the feeling of staying at home. Whenever I can find leisure, I always sneak out, and my mother looks down on me. I went to the game hall with those bad children and had a good time. I even played with those thieves in the street, and I learned to get my ears pierced with them. I hit four and two, and then I strung six black ear sticks. I still have long bangs, which basically covers my eyes. One night, I also sneaked out while my mother was sleeping and spent the night in an Internet cafe. The next day, I went to school, washed my face in the toilet and fell asleep in the classroom. My mother is at home after school at noon, and I feel the atmosphere is wrong. Sure enough, as soon as I entered the door, my mother severely deleted a slap in the face, and then took out the belt behind her and fanned me. I don't remember how long it took, but I seem to have lost my strength. Then my mother sat down and scared me to take off my ear patch.

Since then, I feel very serious again. I'm not fooling around with those bad kids anymore. I began to follow the rules, sleeping and eating at home, and going home from school. My temper changed after my mother beat me, too. I think if my mother didn't hit me at that time, I'm afraid I don't even know what I look like now, but I know my mother hit me at that time because she loved me and couldn't bear to turn a deaf ear to me. She wanted to wake me up.