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.
    一天下午，我在放學回家的路上。我慢慢地沿著我的頭耷拉著的街道。街道兩旁的景色很美，但我根本不感興趣。我走著走著，想著那天發(fā)生了什么事。
    就在第二課開始前幾分鐘，我被要求去老師辦公室。我聽到我的老師對我的母親和我的憤怒。
    沒有許可你怎么敢去看電影？媽媽說她大的聲音，打了我一耳光。我看著媽媽，驚呆了…
    我走得更慢，因為我看到了我的房子，母親總是站在門口，對我微笑，在這個時候，每一天。但現在，她不在那里。我的聲音被打得快。我甚至不敢打開門，擔心母親會再打。
    我不知道該怎么辦，我坐在門口的地上，責備我自己做了什么。我被深深的痛苦深深地迷失了。
    突然一只柔軟的手輕輕地拍了拍我的頭。我抬起頭，看到母親站在我旁邊。我忍不住哭了，媽媽！淚水滾下我的臉頰。