“全是我的错！您没错！是我不配当您的女儿！”说完我气呼呼地摔门而出。跑到一个没人的小巷，或许是我和妈妈吵架时用了所有的精力，我一屁股坐到了一个大石头上。那时是傍晚，时不时吹来凉风，我不禁抱紧胳膊，身体抖了几下。路灯黄晕的光照在我身上，眼泪不争气的流了下来。
“ It's all my fault! You're right! I am not worthy to be your daughter! ” After speaking, I angrily slammed the door out. Running into an empty alley, perhaps because my mother and I used all our energy during our argument, I ended up sitting on a big stone. It was evening at that time, and the cool breeze blew from time to time. I couldn't help but hold my arms tightly and shake my body a few times. The dim yellow light from the street lamp shone on me, and tears streamed down my face.
事情是这样的：吃完晚饭，我和妈妈坐在电视机前，吃着橘子，因为当时家里只有我们两个人，显得有点冷清，也许妈妈是为了打破这种气氛开始给我说起她小时候的童年趣事。但不知是何原因突然开始吵起来了，就开始了“正值青春期少女”和“正值更年期妇女”只属于她们的“大战”。
The thing is like this: After dinner, my mom and I sat in front of the TV, eating oranges. Because there were only the two of us at home at that time, it seemed a bit lonely. Perhaps my mom started telling me some childhood anecdotes to break this atmosphere. But for some unknown reason, the argument suddenly started, and it began; Adolescent girls in their prime; And“ Menopausal women; Only belongs to them; Great battle;.
等我安顿好心情，我慢慢地站起来了。那条路因为有几个路灯坏了，十分黑。走着走着，我突然想起恐怖电影的片段，想到这我不禁加快了脚步。
After I settled down, I slowly stood up. That road is very dark because several streetlights are broken. As I walked, I suddenly remembered a scene from a horror movie and couldn't help but quicken my pace.
回到家，我轻轻地打开大门，小碎步走向自己的房间，突然从对面房间传来了抽泣声。我透过门缝看到，妈妈坐在床上，双手撑着额头，小声地哭泣着。那一刻，我真的后悔跟妈妈吵架，后悔对妈妈大喊，后悔自己说的那些话。从来只看到对我做的那些“坏事”，却从来没看到妈妈对我的好。我想推门向妈妈说一句“我错了”，但手停在半空中，那声“对不起”仿佛卡在喉咙里，怎样都说不出来。可能是因为我的不善于表达，可能是因为那可笑的自尊心。我最后还是默默地回了房间，心里嘲笑着自己的懦弱怕事。是的，我又后悔了。
Returning home, I gently opened the door and walked towards my room with a small step. Suddenly, sobbing could be heard from the opposite room. I saw through the crack in the door that my mother was sitting on the bed, with her hands supporting her forehead and crying softly. At that moment, I truly regretted arguing with my mother, regretting shouting at her, and regretting what I said. I have always only seen what has been done to me; Bad things; But I have never seen my mother treat me well. I want to open the door and say to my mom, '; I was wrong; But the hand stopped in mid air, and the sound of '...'; I'm sorry; It seems stuck in my throat, unable to say anything. Maybe it's because I'm not good at expressing myself, maybe it's because of that ridiculous self-esteem. I silently returned to my room in the end, mocking my own cowardice and fear. Yes, I regret it again.
“妈妈，我错了。”最终还是用这种方式把这句说出，可能您不会看到这句话。但我还是想说出这句话。还有，“我爱您”。
“ Mom, I was wrong. ” In the end, if you say this sentence in this way, you may not see it. But I still want to say this sentence. Also,“ I love you;.