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.
一天下午，我在放学回家的路上。我低着头在街上慢慢地走着。街道两旁的景色很美，但我一点也不感兴趣。我走来走去，想着那天发生的事情。
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.
就在那天下午第二节课开始前几分钟，我被要求去见老师；警察办公室。我听到老师生气地跟妈妈说话，我走得比较慢，因为我看到了前面的房子，每天这个时候，妈妈总是站在门口对我微笑。但现在，她已经39岁了；我不在那里。我的心跳加快了。我甚至没有'；我不敢开门，怕妈妈再打。
Iwalked 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.
的人不知道该怎么办，我坐在门边的地上，为自己的所作所为自责。我沉浸在深深的痛苦中，突然一只柔软的手拍了拍我的头。我抬起头，看见母亲站在我旁边。我不能'；妈妈，我忍不住哭了！眼泪顺着我的脸颊流下来。
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.