夜,很静,并且黑漆漆的。我躺在床上,看着黑夜,它却无情地揭开我旧日的伤疤,心里被后悔填得满满的。那天,老师找上门来,我知道老师是为了我昨天欺负小同学的事而来,于是我习惯性地先摆正态度——跪在大厅里,希望妈妈即将刮起的“狂风暴雨”能够稍微小一点儿。跟以前一样,没过多久老师便走了,奇怪的是这次妈妈并没有去送老师,许久之后她才慢慢地踱出来,手中并没有预料中的棍子,也没有怒气冲天地奔向我,她似乎忘了我的存在,麻 Night, very quiet, and dark. I lay in bed, looking at the night, but it mercilessly opened my old scars, my heart was regret filled. That day, the teacher came to visit, I know the teacher is for me to bully students yesterday, so I habitually put the attitude first - kneeling in the hall, I hope my mother is about to blow up Can be slightly smaller. As before, it was not long before the teacher left, and it was strange that this time the mother did not go to the teacher, and after a long time she was slowly walking out, with no stick in her hand and no anger toward me She seems to forget my existence, hemp