英語作文 這天我回家晚了作文500初一
以下是翻譯的英文版本內容：
This day I came home late composition 500 first article 1
Shu Hang
The best thing in the world is mother's love. It's just that the way of expression is different, there are praise and abuse but this is a mother's love.
-- inscription
In the bleak moonlight, a mother was pinching her child, cursing, and walking home. That child was me.
The reason for coming home late
When I was a third-grader, I couldn't walk home from school without passing a mobile phone shop surrounded by arcade machines. I'll take a look at it sometime.
That day, I went home with my classmates, passed the store on the way, and my classmates encouraged me to say: "Let's go play." I hesitated, for the classmate's repeated encouragement, I agreed. It was exactly five o 'clock.
We each exchanged one dollar for two coins. Cast a into the arcade, played the "boxing Emperor 97 - the storm again"... After playing for about half an hour, and invested a coin, played the "Water Margin" - the longest game can play for several hours, we first go to fight Cao Cao, after to fight Xiang Yu... On a pass to play down, time also slowly passed, I vaguely heard someone calling my name, but I looked around did not see someone calling me, I saw the sky dark down, so I looked at the watch "7:39!" I immediately took out the homework and said to my classmates: "You play first, I still have a page of homework not finished." The classmate said, "OK."
Mom caught me
Then a person appeared in front of me - it was my mother. In the dim light, the mother's face showed anxiety and anger, and a little tear glinted in the corner of her eyes.
Mother cursed: "Homework hasn't been finished yet? I didn't finish it and I played the game. See what I'll do to you when I get back!" Then she grabbed my ear and walked back. At that time I was very complaining. Even hate
This day, I came home late.
Until now, I did not know how naive I was at that time, and could not help but regret my mother's hatred at that time.
This day I came home late composition 500 first article 2
Fu Junjiao
The evening wind blows gently, the day is thin. The pale red glow came out -- the twilight deepened.
Today, the final exam results came out, math only 88 points, for the fourth grade at that time, 88 points is a bolt from the blue. My heart kept pounding, as if I had a rabbit in my pocket.
On the way to school, before the roadside vibrant grass, today also withered a lot, all bowed their heads, as if in sympathy with me. Today the leaves of the big tree, which used to be luxuriant, have fallen all over the ground.
I walked slowly, thinking that I would be criticized by my mother after going home, thinking of this, I suddenly did not want to go home, then stopped the pace, tears could not help but flow down. The teacher's earnest words still linger in my ears. I went into the small garden by the side of the road, sat on a bench, and watched the people coming and going on the road with a heavy heart. Hey! My math grades aren't what they used to be? The question flashed through my mind, and my inner frustration grew. The frustration made me not want to go home, to be alone, to escape from reality. Before you know it, dozens of minutes have passed.
The sky is getting darker, there are several stars in the dark blue sky, the street lights are lonely, and the pedestrians on the road are less and less. I don't know what to do, can only sit there staring at the sky, into confusion.
Blink of an eye, and a lot of time passed. The intense hunger made my whole body weak. I want to go home, while there is still a little strength, try to carry the bag, as fast as possible home.
Open the door to see my mother's anxious face, even my sister who quarreled with me every day was also very worried. Seeing me, they all grimaced, and my mother asked angrily, "Where have you been?" Do you know how anxious we are?" I small voice: "did not test well, dare not come back." Mother's straight face became gentle: "It doesn't matter if the test is not good, next time try to be good, but we must come back, we are very worried."
This time, I left tears again, not because of the grades, but by my mother's concern for me moved to cry.
Today, I came home late, and what was waiting for me was my mother's love.
以下是帶重點詞匯的原文內容：
這天我回家晚了作文500初一 篇1
舒航
世界上最好的不過是母愛。只不過是表達的方式不同而已，有表揚有打罵但這都是母愛。
――題記
在凄涼的月光下，一個母親掐著孩子，罵著，走在回家的路上。那個孩子就是我。
回家晚了的原因
當我還是一名三年級的小學生時，從學校到回家的路上必定會經過一家手機店――店子的周圍有一些街機。我偶兒會去瞅幾眼。
這天，我和同學一起回家，路上經過了那家店子，同學慫恿我說：“我們去玩吧。”我猶豫不決，對于同學的再三慫恿，我同意了。正好那時的時間是5點整。
我們各拿一元錢換了兩個硬幣。投了一個進街機，玩起了“拳皇97――風云再起”……玩了大概半小時之后，又投了一個幣，玩起了“水滸傳”――這個游戲最長可以玩好幾個小時，我們先去打曹操，后去打項羽……就一關一關的打下去了，時間也慢慢的過去了，我隱隱約約的聽到有人在叫我的名字，可我四處張望都沒有看見有人叫我，我看見天暗下來了，于是我看了一下手表“7：39！”，我立馬把作業拿出來，對同學說：“你先玩，我還有一頁作業沒寫完。”同學說：“OK。”
被老媽逮到
這時，一個人出現在我的面前――正是我的媽媽。在昏暗的燈光下，母親的臉上顯露出焦急和憤怒，眼角落還閃爍著一點眼淚。
媽媽罵道：“作業還沒寫完呢？沒寫完還玩游戲。看我回去怎么收拾你！”說著就揪著我的耳朵走回去了。當時我心里十分抱怨。甚至憎恨……
這天，我回家晚了。
直到現在，我才知道那時的是非不分的我多么天真，不由得對當時媽媽的憎恨感到后悔。
這天我回家晚了作文500初一 篇2
傅俊驕
晚風輕拂，日薄西山。淡紅色的晚霞涌現出來——暮色更濃重了。
今天，期末考試成績出來了，數學只有88分，對于那時才四年級的我來說，88分算是晴天霹靂。我的心一直“砰砰”地跳著，就好像揣了一個小兔子。
放學路上，以前路邊生機勃勃的小草，今天也凋落了不少，都低下了頭，仿佛是在同情我。以前那枝繁葉茂的大樹，今天樹葉都落了一地。
我慢悠悠走著，想著回家后一定會被媽媽批評吧，想到這，我突然不想回家，便停下了腳步，眼淚情不自禁地流了下來。老師語重心長的話還縈繞在我的耳畔。我走進了路邊的小花園，坐在長椅上，看著公路上人來人往，心情十分沉重。哎！我數學成績回不到從前了嗎？這個問題在我腦中一閃而過，內心的挫折感不斷增強。挫折感更加使我不想回家，想一個人待著，逃避現實。不知不覺，已經過了幾十分鐘。
天色越來越暗，深藍色的天空出現了幾顆星星，路燈孤獨的亮著，路上行人越來越少。我不知道該如何是好，只能呆呆的坐那看著天，陷入迷茫。
轉眼，又過了許多時間。強烈的饑餓感使我全身無力。我想回家了，趁著還有一點力氣，努力背起書包，以最快的速度回家。
打開家門，看到媽媽滿臉焦急，就連平時天天和我吵架的姐姐也十分著急。看到我，他們都板著臉，媽媽生氣的問：“你去哪兒了？你知道我們有多著急嗎？”我小聲道：“沒考好，不敢回來。”媽媽板著的臉變得滿臉溫和：“考不好沒關系，下次努力就好了，但是一定要回來，我們都很擔心的。”
這一次，我又留下了眼淚，不是因為成績，而是被媽媽對我的關心感動哭了。
今天，我回家晚了，而等待我的是媽媽的愛。