少儿英语故事带翻译-母亲的双手

少儿英语故事带翻译:母亲的双手Mymother”shands母亲的双手

Nightafternight,shecametotuckmein,evenlongaftermychildhoodyears.Followingherlongstandingcustom,she”dleandownandpushmylonghairoutoftheway,thenkissmyforehead.

Idon”trememberwhenitfirststartedannoyingme——herhandspushingmyhairthatway.Butitdidannoyme,fortheyfeltwork-wornandroughagainstmyyoungskin.Finally,onenight,Ilashedoutather:“Don”tdothatanymore——yourhandsaretoorough!“Shedidn”tsayanythinginreply.Butneveragaindidmymothercloseoutmydaywiththatfamiliarexpressionofherlove.Lyingawakelongafterward,mywordshauntedme.Butpridestifledmyconscience,andIdidn”ttellherIwassorry.

Timeaftertime,withthepassingyears,mythoughtsreturnedtothatnight.BythenImissedmymother”shands,missedhergoodnightkissuponmyforehead.Sometimestheincidentseemedveryclose,sometimesfaraway.Butalwaysitlurked,hauntingly,inthebackofmymind.

Well,theyearshavepassed,andI”mnotalittlegirlanymore.Momisinhermid-seventies,andthosehandsIoncethoughttobesorougharestilldoingthingsformeandmyfamily.She”sbeenourdoctor,reachingintoamedicinecabinetfortheremedytocalmayounggirl”sstomachorsootheaboy”sscrapedknee.Shecooksthebestfriedchickenintheworld……getsstainsoutofbluejeanslikeInevercould……andstillinsistsondishingouticecreamatanyhourofthedayornight.

Throughtheyears,mymother”shandshaveputincountlesshoursoftoil,andmostofherswerebeforeautomaticwashers!

Now,myownchildrenaregrownandgone.MomnolongerhasDad,andonspecialoccasions,Ifindmyselfdrawnnextdoortospendthenightwithher.SoitwasthatlateonThanksgivingEve,asIdriftedintosleepinthebedroomofmyyouth,afamiliarhandhesitantlystoleacrossmyfacetobrushthehairfrommyforehead.Thenakiss,eversogently,touchedmybrow.

Inmymemory,forthethousandthtime,Irecalledthenightmysurlyyoungvoicecomplained:“Don”tdothatanymore——yourhandsaretoorough!“CatchingMom”shandinhand,IblurtedouthowsorryIwasforthatnight.Ithoughtshe”dremember,asIdid.ButMomdidn”tknowwhatIwastalkingabout.Shehadforgotten——andforgiven——longago.

Thatnight,Ifellasleepwithanewappreciationformygentlemotherandhercaringhands.AndtheguiltIhadcarriedaroundforsolongwasnowheretobefound.

翻译：

夜复一夜，她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特别不耐烦。但确实，我厌烦她长期操劳、粗糙的手摩擦我细嫩的皮肤。最终，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，我没有告知她我很懊悔。

时间消逝，我又想到那个晚上。那时我惦念我妈妈的手，惦念她晚上在我额上的一吻。有时这幕情景好像很近，有时又好像很遥远。但它总是埋伏着，时常出现，消失在我意识中。

一年年过去，我也不再是一个小女孩，妈妈也有70多岁了。那双我认为很粗糙的手依旧为我和我家庭做着事。她是我家的医生，为我女儿在药橱里找胃药或在我儿子擦伤的膝盖上敷药。她能烧出世界上最美味的鸡……将牛仔裤弄洁净而我却永久不能……而且可以在任何时候盛出冰激凌。

这么多年来，妈妈的手做了多少家务！而且在自动洗衣机消失以前她已经操劳了绝大多数时间。

现在，我的孩子都已经长大，离开了家。爸爸去世了，有些时候，我睡在妈妈的隔壁房间。一次感恩节前夕的深夜，我睡在年轻时的卧房里，一只熟识的手有些迟疑地、静静地略过我的脸，从我额头上拨开头发，然后一个吻，轻轻地印在我的眉毛上。