An Unforgettable Day 難忘的一天

Late one afternoon, I was on my way home from school. I walked slowly along the street with my head drooped. The scenes on both sides of the street were beautiful, but I had no interest in them at all. I walked and walked, thinking of what had happened that day.

Just a few minutes before the second class began that afternoon, I was asked to go to the teacher's office. I heard my teacher talking to my mother with anger.

How could you dare to go to see a film this morning without permission? Mother said at the top of her voice, slapping me in the face heavily. I look at Mother, dumbfounded…

I walked more slowly, for I had seen my house ahead, where Mother was always standing at the door, smiling at me, at this time every day. But now, she wasn't there. My heard was beating faster. I even didn't dare to open the door for fear that Mother should beat again.

Not knowing what to do, I sat on the ground near the door, blaming myself for what I had done. I was lost in deep agony.

Suddenly a soft hand patted me on the head. I looked up, seeing Mother standing beside me. I couldn't help crying, Mum! tears rolling down my cheeks.

一天傍晚，我在放學(xué)回家的路上。我頭耷拉著慢慢地沿著街道走著。街道兩旁的景色很美，但我也不感興趣。我走著走著，想著那天發(fā)生了什么事。

那天下午第二節(jié)上課前幾分鐘，我被要求去老師的辦公室。我聽到我的老師和我母親的憤怒。

今天早上你怎么敢沒有經(jīng)過允許去看電影?媽媽說她最大的聲音部，且打了我一耳光。我看著媽媽，驚呆了…

我慢慢地走，因為我看到我的房子前面，在那里母親總是站在門口，沖我微笑，在每天的這個時候。但現(xiàn)在，她不在那里。我的心跳得很快。我甚至不敢打開門因為怕媽媽打開門。

不知道該怎么辦，我坐在門口的地上，指責(zé)我做了我自己。我陷入了深深的痛苦。

突然，一個柔軟的手拍了拍我的頭。我抬起頭，看見母親站在我旁邊。我忍不住哭了，媽媽!淚水順著我的臉頰。