中午,因为一点小事和妈妈顶嘴了,然后就是谁也不理谁。我关上门闷头做作业,妈妈则在厨房无声地烧菜,厨房和书房的门槛成了“三八线”———这一天的“冷战”开始了……夜幕来临,晚饭时间到了,肚子开始抗议,“嗷嗷”叫了起来。刚要张嘴问妈妈:“饭烧好了吗?”又想起她与我的不快 At noon, because of a little thing and mother back, and then no one who cares. I closed the door and stuffed my head to do my homework. My mother cooked the dish silently in the kitchen. The threshold of the kitchen and the study became the “three-eight line”—the “Cold War” of this day began... The night came, the dinner time came, and my stomach started. Protest, “hush” cried. Just opened his mouth and asked his mother: “Is it a good meal?” I also think of her unhappy with me.