妈妈的眼睛是一双神奇的眼睛，当我懈怠时，她会鞭策我；当我颓废时，她会鼓励我；当我成功时，她会赞美我。但是现在那双眼睛有所不同了。
My mother's eyes are a pair of magical eyes. When I slack off, she will urge me; When I am feeling down, she will encourage me; When I succeed, she will praise me. But now those eyes are different.
那天，我和妈妈吵架了，因为我沉迷于手机而荒废了学业，妈妈非常生气，就将手机摔了。我也一下子火气上来了，与妈妈争吵一番后摔门而去。明明是白天，天气很好，却没有一丝光亮。天上的乌云厚得如同铁板一样，将阳光全部挡住，狂风也呼啸着，吹刮着地面，地上的小草也低下了头，大有一副世界末日的样子。
That day, my mother and I had an argument because I was addicted to my phone and neglected my studies. My mother was very angry and dropped my phone. I also suddenly became angry and after arguing with my mother, I slammed the door and left. Even though it's daytime and the weather is good, there's not a glimmer of light. The dark clouds in the sky are as thick as iron plates, blocking all the sunlight. The strong wind howls and blows on the ground, and the grass on the ground lowers its head, giving off a sense of the end of the world.
当我走到一条小路上时，我看见了一对母子，那个小男孩儿看上去像磕破了皮，坐在地上嚎啕大哭。而那位母亲则是细心地用湿纸巾擦拭着男孩儿受伤的地方，眼神里满是温柔和心疼。我看到那母亲的眼神时，我忽然愣了一下，那眼神就和妈妈刚才的眼神一模一样。
When I walked down a small path, I saw a mother and son. The little boy looked like he had broken his skin and was sitting on the ground crying loudly. And the mother carefully wiped the boy's injured area with a wet tissue, her eyes filled with tenderness and heartache. When I saw the mother's eyes, I suddenly froze. The eyes were exactly the same as her eyes just now.
我发疯似的跑回家，趴在窗户上看着母亲，母亲不知何时已经泪流满面，岁月的流逝在她脸上留下了不可磨灭的伤痕，而母亲的眼中早已布满了血丝。我顿时回想起母亲陪伴我度过的无数个日夜，有快乐，有悲伤，有哀愁，有兴奋……我不禁泪流满面。
I ran home frantically, leaning against the window and looking at my mother. She was already in tears at some point, and the passage of time left indelible scars on her face. Her eyes were already bloodshot. I suddenly recalled the countless days and nights my mother accompanied me through, with happiness, sadness, grief, excitement... I couldn't help but burst into tears.
当我走进家门后，我低着头，我对母亲说：“对不起，我错了。”我看着母亲那布满血丝的眼睛，顿时觉得眼睛里有些不一样，似乎多了一点感动。
When I walked into the house, I lowered my head and said to my mother, 'I'm sorry, I was wrong.' Looking at my mother's bloodshot eyes, I suddenly felt something different in them, as if there was a little more emotion.