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1、母爱——themotheroflove不知你们有没发觉,随着我们年龄的增长,我们只顾得忧心自己的事情,可是却忽略了生命中对我们最重要的一个人-母亲withtheincreaseofage,weignorethemostimporantperson:mother接下来给大家讲述一个故事----母亲的双手Thentellyouastory–thehandsofmotherNightafternight,mymotheralwayscametotuckmein,evenIhavegrownup.Followingherlongstandingcustom,shehadleandow
2、nandpushmylonghairoutoftheway,thenkissmyforehead.每天深夜,妈妈总是来帮我来盖被子,即使我早已长大。这是妈妈的长期习惯,她总是弯下身来,拨开我的长发,在我的额上一吻。我不记得从何时起,她拨开我的头发令我非常不耐烦。但的确,我讨厌她长期操劳、粗糙的手摩擦我细嫩的皮肤Idon'trememberwhenitfirststartedannoyingme——herhandspushingmyhairthatway.ButIhateherlonghardandroughhandrubmydelicateskinFinally,onenig
3、ht,Ilashedoutather:"Don'tdothatanymore——yourhandsaretoorough!"Shedidn'tsayanythinginreply.Butneveragaindidmymothertreatmewiththatfamiliarexpressionofherlove.Afteralongtime,mywordshauntedme.Butpridestifledmyconscience,andIdidn'ttellherIwassorry.最后,一天晚上,我冲她叫:“别再这样了——你的手太粗糙了!”她什么也没说。但妈妈再也没有象这样
4、对我表达她的爱。直到很久以后,我还是常想起我的那些话。但自尊占了上风,我没有告诉她我很后悔Timeaftertime,withthepassingyears,mythoughtsreturnedtothatnight.BythenImissedmymother'shands,missedhergoodnightkissuponmyforehead.Sometimestheincidentseemedveryclose,sometimesfaraway.Butalwaysitlurked,hauntingly,inthebackofmymind.时光流逝,我又想到那个晚上。那时
5、我想念我妈妈的手,想念她晚上在我额上的一吻。有时这幕情景似乎很近,有时又似乎很遥远。但它总是潜伏着,时常浮现,出现在我意识中。Well,theyearshavepassed,motherisgettingoldsiowiyandI'mnotalittlegirlanymore.thosehandsIoncethoughttobesorougharestilldoingthingsformeandmyfamily.She'sbeenourdoctor,ourcooker.Shecooksthebestfriedchickenintheworld……一年年过去,妈妈慢慢的变老,我
6、也不再是一个小女孩,。那双我认为很粗糙的手依然为我和我家庭做着事。她是我家的医生,我家的厨师,她能烧出世界上最美味的鸡……ItwasonThanksgivingEvening,asIfellasleepinthebedroomofmyyouth,afamiliarhandhesitantlystolemyfaceandbrushthehairfrommyforehead.Thenakiss,eversogently,touchedmybrow.一次感恩节前夕的深夜,我睡在年轻时的卧室里,一只熟悉的手有些犹豫地、悄悄地略过我的脸,从我额头上拨开头发,然后一个吻,轻轻地印在我的眉
7、毛上。Inmymemory,IalwaysrecalledthenightthatIcomplained:“Don‘tdothatanymore——yourhandsaretoorough!”CatchingMom’shandinmyhand,IblurtedouthowsorryIwasforthatnight.Ithoughtshe‘drememberthat.ButShehadforgotten——andforgiven——longago.在我的记忆中,无数次,想起那晚我粗暴、年青的声音:“别再这