初一日记作文: 那天,我有点自责_1000字

时间:2019-08-17 03:20:24

  也许是进入了青春期,对于母亲的话语,我总是有十万个反对的理由。于是,我时不时都与她唱反调,好像这样,我就能够从中得到安慰,让十三岁的烦闷与不甘得到宣泄。但,那天,我有点自责。

  我很喜欢将所有的事情都拖到最后一刻,因为这一点,母亲非常不满,可无论是暴跳如雷,还是语重心长的劝诫,都没能得到我的重视。十三岁的我,总喜欢用自以为很淡然,超脱凡俗的方式去对待任何事,但这种自以为是的淡然,却是最可笑,最没有理由的一种自信。我想通过这样,证明我的与众不同,可最后,却证明了我的愚昧,我的无知。

  那天,我一边吃苹果一边慢悠悠的写作业,或许正撞上她心情不好,我刚抬起沉重的眼皮,她就瞪圆了双眼,眼睛像铜铃似的,从中还折射出火苗,映在我的眼眸中,我愣了愣。她手插着腰,扫帚从她手中“哐当”一声落地,她的发丝散落在脸颊旁,脑后的头发乱糟糟的盘成一团,她闭上双眼,好像是在努力压抑自己的怒火,嘴唇紧紧地抿着,面色极其不善,很快,整个卧室里充斥着她的声音:

  “你能不能有点上进心?我让你读书是想让你出人头地,不是为了我,我不在乎出多少钱,只要你肯好好学,我们砸锅卖铁都让你学!我的话你也全部当成耳边风,说什么都不听,我看我就是养了头白眼狼!”

  本来我不甚在意,相似的话也不知道听过多少回,但最后的“白眼狼”却深深地刺中了我,我拿着苹果的手一顿,随后紧紧地攥住了手里的苹果,力道之大仿佛想把它捏碎,指甲攥的泛白也不松手,我极力忍耐自己想和她理论的冲动,但堵在喉咙里的话还是在一瞬间如同吐西瓜子般吐了出来,颗粒不剩。

  “那你还把我当女儿干什么?你剩下我干什么?你以为我想当你女儿?我还不愿意呢!”

  母亲准备离开的脚步一顿,背影一僵,时间也不知停顿了几秒。半晌,她缓缓转过身,有些不可置信地看着我,目光像是在看一个陌生人,她似乎从不认识我,一双眼睛几乎看到了我灵魂深处去,去探究这段话的真假。我有些懊悔自己的冲动,可自尊促使我倔强的抬起头直视她,只是触及她的眼瞳却有些不安,即使我什么也没做,但此刻我就像一个跳梁小丑,我讨厌这样的自己。

  是的,我只是不甘心,属于十三岁的不服,

  那天晚上,我躺在床上,翻来覆去却如何也睡不着,直到宁静的夜里传来了抽泣声,声音很小,我却一愣,我知道一定是我的母亲,她从未在任何人面前哭过,也从来没有这么脆弱过,她一直都很好强好胜。

  我心中的不安逐渐堆积成自责,我犹豫了很久,终究还是轻轻地抱住了母亲,她的身体颤了颤,没动声。我咬了咬嘴唇,对她说:

  “妈,我错了。”

  那天,我有点自责。





英文版:

Maybe it's puberty. I always have 100000 reasons to oppose my mother's words. As a result, from time to time, I have to sing against her, as if in this way, I can get comfort, let 13-year-old bored and unwilling to get vent. But, that day, I was a bit self reproach.

I like to drag everything to the last moment, because my mother is very dissatisfied with this point. However, no matter how furious or the earnest exhortation, I didn't pay attention to it. At the age of 13, I always like to treat everything in a way that I think is very indifferent and detached from the ordinary. But this self righteous indifference is the most ridiculous and unreasonable self-confidence. I want to prove that I am different through this, but in the end, it proves my ignorance and my ignorance.

That day, I was eating an apple while doing my homework slowly. Maybe I was in a bad mood. As soon as I lifted my heavy eyelids, she opened her eyes round. Her eyes were like copper bells, from which fire was reflected. In my eyes, I was stunned. With her hands in her waist, the broom fell from her hands with a thump. Her hair was scattered on her cheek, and her hair was in a mess at the back of her head. She closed her eyes as if she was trying to suppress her anger. Her lips pressed tightly, and her face was extremely bad. Soon, her voice was filled with the whole bedroom

"Can you be a little self-motivated? I let you read is to let you stand out, not for me, I don't care how much money, as long as you are willing to learn, we sell iron to let you learn! My words you also all regard as ear breeze, say what do not listen to, I see I raise a white eyed wolf

At first, I didn't care much about it, and I didn't know how many times I heard similar words. But the last "white eyed wolf" stabbed me deeply. I took the Apple's hand for a meal, and then I tightly grasped the apple in my hand. I felt as if I wanted to crush it, and the white fingernails did not let go. I tried to endure my impulse to argue with her, but the words stuck in my throat were still there In an instant, it vomited out like a melon seed, and there were no particles left.

"What do you think of me as a daughter? What do you leave me for? You think I want to be your daughter? I don't want to! "

Mother ready to leave the pace of a meal, back a stiff, time also do not know pause for a few seconds. After a long time, she slowly turned around and looked at me in disbelief. Her eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger. She never seemed to know me. A pair of eyes almost saw my soul to explore the truth and falseness of this passage. I regret my own impulse, but self-esteem makes me stubborn to look at her, just touch her pupil, but some uneasy, even if I did nothing, but now I like a clown, I hate this kind of self.

Yes, I just don't like it. I don't want to be a 13-year-old,

That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, but how can not sleep, until the quiet night came sobbing, the voice is very small, I was stunned, I know it must be my mother, she has never cried in front of anyone, has never been so vulnerable, she has always been very strong and aggressive.

The uneasiness in my heart gradually accumulated into self blame, I hesitated for a long time, and finally gently hugged my mother, her body trembled and did not move. I bit my lip and said to her:

"Mom, I was wrong."

That day, I was a little bit remorseful.