记得小时候,有一天,我在家写作业,忽然听到里屋“嘭”的一声,进去一看,手电筒躺在地上。我想一定是妈妈放偏了,滚了下来。我捡起来放在了柜子里。第二天,母亲突然问我:“你怎么把手电筒摔坏了?”我大吃一惊,忙说:“不是我,我在那儿写作业,里屋‘嘭’地一声!……”母亲不耐烦了:“错了就错了,有什么不敢承认的?这点小事都不敢承认,以后能干啥大事?”我急了:“真的不是我,是它自己滚下来的!”母亲冷冷地看着我:“是吗?你再叫它自己滚一遍试试。”母亲很快便忘了这件事,而我却在很长一段时间,心头就像笼罩着一片挥之不去的阴云,很 I remember when I was a child, one day I was writing homework and suddenly I heard a bang in the back room. I went in and saw the flashlight lying on the ground. I think my mother must be biased and rolled off. I picked it up and put it in the cupboard. The next day, my mother suddenly asked me, “How did you break the flashlight?” I was shocked and said quickly: “Not me. I was doing my homework. The back room was squeaking!” The mother was impatient: “Wrong is wrong. What can’t you admit? It’s a small thing that you dare not admit. Can you do anything in the future?” I was anxious: “It’s not me. It’s rolling down!” The mother was cold. Looked at me: “Is it? You can call it to try again.” The mother soon forgot about this, and I was in a very long time, my heart was like a lingering shrouded Dark clouds, very