外面已是灯火通明,妈妈坐在微弱的灯光下给我缝补那件褪了色的红衬衫,一阵阵的干咳在我耳边回荡。
It was already bright outside. My mother sat in the dim light and mended the faded red shirt for me. The dry cough echoed in my ears.
“妈妈,这件衬衫我已经穿了好几个夏天了,也该换一件新的了。”我边写作业边说。
"Mom, I've been wearing this shirt for several summers, and it's time to get a new one." I said as I wrote my homework.
“孩子,最近妈妈手头紧,等过些日子,妈妈手头活络些再给你买件新衬衫,好吗?”妈妈用商量的口吻对我说。
"My child, my mother is short of money recently. I'll buy you a new shirt when she has more money, OK?" Mother said to me in a consultative tone.
“你整天都说没钱没钱,不是刚卖的麦子吗?”
"You said all day that you had no money, didn't you just sell the wheat?"
妈妈没有再说什么,只是默默地缝着那件衬衫。透过微弱的灯光,我看见妈妈那消瘦的脸上有两行晶莹的泪珠滚了下来,知道又伤了妈妈的心。于是我悄悄地回到房里去了。心里不由得在想:自己是不是太过分了,不应该要求妈妈给我买衣服。
Mom didn't say anything more, just sewed the shirt silently. Through the weak light, I saw two lines of crystal tears rolling down my mother's emaciated face, and I knew it hurt her heart again. So I quietly went back to the room. I can't help thinking: I am not too much, should not ask my mother to buy me clothes.
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