英文作文:成长过程中与家庭成员 有何矛盾 及 如何解决

英文作文:成长过程中与家庭成员 有何矛盾 及 如何解决

Bell finally rang. Nice! Make a day of classes today, can be tired. How to say, must go crazy a crazy night! Back to my empty bag, back to that pesky home.
In fact, I really do not want to go back, either go back to the mother for money, I do not go back to killing. I grew to hate her. When Dad died in my teens, and since I live with her. When she was young and very beautiful, can be changed to marry the rich, let me enjoy a better life. But she does and does not know how to dress, do not get to know other men, no culture, go sell vegetables. Several times a man would like to know her, but she politely declined. She is simply silly. She thought for me in the end there? One father did not know how good? Dad was a kid that did something small, something big money! In front of their classmates, I did not face, even though I was born she was so beautiful, to no avail.
Knew the home door. How annoying! This poor house has lived ten years, neighbors had built a new house, which left a "monster." Really ugly, really makes me ashamed. I flung open the door with their feet, serve later she was out, said to me: "Xiao Ying, come back." "" I Shuaixia a word, put bags back to the room. "Xiao Ying, first wash your hands, about to eat." What? Hand, I do not wash. Sat in a chair, watch the food has been full. All vegetables and rice, ten years has never changed. "Do not eat." A Ku Gualian. "How, all right?" She laid her hand on my forehead, I pushed. "The trouble is not bothersome eat all day long?" She does not speak, silently eating rice bow, but also tears. I hate her like this. Feel the breath of difficulties here, do not want to stay for a second. "I want students to go out to eat, to the fifty give me." "Fifty dollars?" She looked up, surprised. "Do not eat properly at home, outside of things unsanitary." "Yes, yes unsanitary, but they taste much more than you. Do not give money even if the, anti the whole I have to go out tonight anyway." Then I strode out of the house, heard her call back the sound of crying .
Last night, I am very happy night. Students borrowed the money bubble in Internet cafes all night. Days of dawn to go home. Want to go out selling vegetables she had it. Steal her money yet. After the door. Not unexpected, she was not at home. Paper towels to see the floor, presumably last night she cried sad. Ignore, and take the money first. Sneaked into her room, in her drawer and found a newspaper group. Open it, which is all change. A hair, two hair, fifty cents, one dollar, two dollars, the largest value of cotton goes on no more than five dollars.
So shabby! Five-pick a few, put into the pocket. Mission to prepare the paper back into the drawer, found a sweater drawer, there a no knit, and, and my paintings. That a good sweater. Was then given to her father. She has been not willing to wear. Until ... ..
That year the winter cold. I have no sweater, let alone a jacket. Straight cold I sneeze. Students are dressed warm, and only me, wear thin. I secretly cry. A school, ran home to her to be. Her side to hot tea, for me to drink. Re-entered the room, then out of the drawer father gave her sweater, never see her through. She cherished this sweater. But she gave me to wear, though does not fit, but very warm.
The next day, I happily wore it to school. But the students are laughing at me and said my sweater old fashioned, ugly. I am very sad, took it off, throw it away. Flutter to the ground crying. Later, she came to pick me back. Turned around and picked up the sweater, sweater pat the dust, as the baby-like in her arms. "This sweater so old fashioned, ugly, throw away forget, but also to retrieve doing." "Silly boy, this is your mother's father gave, I like." "I do not want you to give me to buy a pieces. "
Later still, she bought wool to weave. Although the organization was not very good-looking, but at least better than that one. But she only gave me to wear weave, she still did not pass through sweaters, then collection of the father only gave her the sweater. She is such a treasure. As with the old house, ten years has never changed.
I think that piece has not knit, and it is woven to give to me.
And my paintings. I have always liked to draw. She live frugally, Fengyubugai, so I went to training sessions. Impressed, that training class, so for a long time she did not come for me, I go to markets to find her own money to buy paint. Her food stall a lot of people, perhaps too busy to meet me. Faintly see her very anxious. But it is hard. Suddenly, I feel she works very hard, making money is not easy. I squeezed forward and said to her "I'm back" "She hugged me and told me:" you come back? I'm too busy, the next will never be, but you never stop yourself came, more than cars. "In fact, markets not too far away from the training center, but she insisted on picking me up. And gone so many times that I will own back, that I'm still young ah. Shut the shop for a home on the road, still fuss, I have been No, run. heard her laughing behind her, "Let's Xiao Ying grew up, he would go home."
And I very beautiful paintings, and often participate in the competition. Also won an award. Each time, she would hold me laugh, and praised me. And the picture on the father of the souls before the nagging "to see Xiao Ying paintings, and more beautiful. In heaven you comfort?"
Think of these, I'm bashing on the bed crying. Regret is how he has been on her since. I hate myself, hate their own ignorance, the original, and she always loved me, but I do not know.
When I cry alone in the floor heard footsteps, I looked up and saw her. "Xiao Ying, you're back. How, and how to cry?" I disregard what, toward her, "Mom, I'm wrong, forgive me," called out never to say the call. "Foolish child, what happened?" "Mother, forgive my former willfulness, I will not do this to you. Had been you love me very much, my ignorance, but also call you, I really bad." "Silly boy, good, mother forgive you, do not cry, go wash your face, wait a minute still to go to school." I nodded. Only consciousness, Mom was crying.
I'm really silly, always had a love of my mother, I do not know. Mom, I was wrong.
Warned the boys and girls nowadays, and do not contradict with their parents, they all love us, early awareness, early treasured infinite love.

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