Memorial endless flow resembles bottle of a the five flavors, installing inside acerbity, sweet, suffering, hot, salty. That time, I am not careful overturn this bottle, savor agonized flavour. That thing thinks back to up to now rise, I or special ashamed remorse.
记忆的长河就像一个五味瓶，里面装着酸、甜、苦、辣、咸。那一次，我不小心打翻了这个瓶子，尝到了苦涩的味道。那件事至今回想起来，我还是非常愧疚。
That is a sunshine a beautiful day, but in my home but not " beautiful " . We are having a meal, the 3rd action that mom began her, art of talk about again and again. See mom puts down a chopstick only, pointing to me with the hand, say sharply: "I say to you, if you are in an eating word goes with respect to writing job, do not let me see you again! " the fury in my heart was ignited at a draught: "Do not eat, know to say me every day, hum, " I drop this word to close the door only, went up to lock up, lie in the cry on each other's shoulder on the bed. Cried good a period of time, my abdomen changes composition begin revolt. I am kneaded knead abdomen, tell it: " good good, can eat in the evening on meal, did not cry. " I go to the front of the desk, sit, turn over a notebook, want to take a pen from pen container, but the hand that sees that raises a pen to pulling a companion closely only, do not want to loosen, want to flounce off my hand instead, the fury in my heart has not stopped, take out them together directly come, depart leaves come, rehear " Ka Ca " , they are in my hand " sacrifice " . My conveniently throws them into ash-bin, cut, with respect to both of you a galley proof, still dare fight with me, daydream go!
那是一个阳光明媚的一天，但是我的家中可并不“明媚”。我们正在吃饭，妈妈便开始了她的第三招—念叨术。只见妈妈放下筷子，用手指着我，严厉地说：“我给你说，你要是在一粒一粒吃的话就写作业去，别让我再看到你了！”我心中的怒火一下子就被点燃了：“不吃就不吃，天天就知道说我，哼—”我只丢下这句话就关上门，上了锁，躺在床上抱头痛哭。哭了好一阵子，我的肚子变开始反抗了。我揉揉肚子，告诉它：“好了好了，晚上就能吃上饭了，别叫了。”我走到桌前，坐下来，翻开本子，想要从笔筒里拿笔，但只见那支笔紧紧地拉着同伴的手，不想松开，反而想挣脱开我的手，我心中的怒火还没有停，直接把他俩一同抽出来，分离开来，再听“咔嚓”一声，他俩就在我手中“牺牲”了。我随手把他俩扔进了垃圾桶，切，就你俩个小样，还敢跟我斗，做梦去吧！
Kept operation a little while, abdomen began to cry sneakingly again, I am forced to take a packet of cracker that did not eat last, taste rise of dryasdust. I go to the front of the window, visitting the worker that working on the building site outside the window, I woke up to reality suddenly, those who can'ted help remembering the egg fries a meal midday again is sweet, I fling caution to the winds room of ground rush out of, attack mom's bosom, two tear slip from canthus below, sob wears say: "Mom, I am sorry, I should not value food, with your backchat... " the tear that mom brushs my cheek to go up with the hand, say: "Good, knowing a fault to be able to change is good child, hungry, go, take you to eat delicious! " I am foolish the ground " hum " , feel mom is really good to me!
写了一会儿作业，肚子又开始不争气地叫了，我只好拿起一包上次没吃完的饼干，尝起来干巴巴的。我走到窗前，望着窗外工地上正在干活的工人，我突然醒悟了，不禁又想起了中午蛋炒饭的香甜，我不顾一切地奔出房间，扑入妈妈的怀抱，两行泪水从眼角滑下，呜咽着说：“妈妈，对不起，我不应该不珍惜粮食，和你顶嘴……”妈妈用手擦了擦我脸颊上的眼泪，说：“好了，知错能改就是好孩子，饿了吧，走，带你去吃好吃的！”我傻乎乎地“嗯”了一声，觉得妈妈对我真好！
The person does not have perfect man, gold does not have pure gold. Everybody has when erring, have always also regret that momently. But, be these regret to let us wake up to reality with ashamed regret, make us painful and happy!
人无完人，金无足赤。每个人都有犯错的时候，也总有后悔的那一刻。但是，正是这些后悔与愧疚让我们醒悟，让我们痛并快乐着！(文/会员发布)