I can t forget the end of the back in the rain 5

That heavy rain, that figure, lingers in my mind, and they are forever reminders of the mistakes I made that day and the deep love my father had for me.

Absolutely original. Pick me.

Words: pouring rain, pouring rain, violent rain, drizzle.

2）.The wavy line is drawn in the fourth sentence to the fourth sentence of the natural paragraph; The underlined sentence is: Father, I'm sorry for you, and my ignorant son can't help you. Father.

2.But he still chose to take me to school; He forgave me for thinking he lied to me in order to spend a few more days at school.

The ignorance in the text is that I neglected my father's birthday for the sake of playing, and the increasing number of days is growing over time. In my heart was my remorse, the remorse of neglecting that I had not paid attention to my father's birthday.

From ignorance at the beginning to later to remorse at the end, we see a loving father and a son who goes from ignorance to understanding.

3.I can't forget the heavy rain, and I can't forget the back in the rain.

I will never forget that heavy rain, and I will never forget that time that was fixed in my life - the back in the rain!

I can't forget the heavy rain, and I can't forget the back in the rain.

I will never forget that heavy rain, let alone the back in the rain!

Think about it, what is it shrimp? At least I don't know.

From my father's back, I understood:

The father's deep love and care for the author in the article also understands why the father forgave the author for his ignorance at that time, which just wants the author to understand that he must think clearly about the consequences of doing anything, and let him understand that he should think twice before doing anything.

Boys are not allowed to plagiarize.

Otherwise, you will be killed

This is original... Hmph ( (Wow.)

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I can't forget the heavy rain, and I can't forget the back in the rain. That heavy rain washed away all my childishness and washed away all the ignorance in my heart.

I can't forget the rain, and I can't forget the back in the rain.

I know how to ask for answers at such a young age! Outrageous!

My father was very great, and he chose to send "me" to school (in fact, to play) and harvest rice. Old Radical Hall.

Dear, choose me! It's just me with a lead belt)

I can't forget the heavy rain, and I can't forget the back in the rain.

When I was going to school that day, my father took me to school twenty or thirty miles away with my things. Before dawn, my father and I were.

Start from home. I took my school bag and followed my father. It was the busy season of autumn harvest farming, walking on the field path, every.

When he met a rice harvester, his father's constricted brow would wrinkle slightly. I understand my father's mood at that time, but for.

When I was sent to school, my father didn't say a word, just hurried ahead of me. Looking at the back of my father in front of me hurrying away, a shadow passed through my heart, and then I panicked.

Rushed to school, but did not start. Just to play a few more days at school, I lied to my father. Maybe it's my father from the look in my eyes.

, but he didn't criticize me. After arranging everything, my father didn't even sit down, wiped his sweat, picked up his pole and left.

I looked at my father shamelessly, and little by little his back disappeared from my vision. I understand a proper farmer very well.

I felt when I was harvesting, and I could understand my father's repeated care for me when he left. Not long after sending my father away, the sky became dark.

Come. My mood also became more uneasy, thinking of the tension of my mother harvesting the rice alone, and even more so thinking of the hurried way.

father. After a few gusts of wind, it began to rain, and after a while, it began to rain heavily. The vision in front of me gradually blurred, and I don't know whether it was due to the rain or the tears in my eyes, but a clear figure was always shaking in the blurred vision. Father, father!

Are you walking in the ** too? Twenty or thirty miles away from the mountain road, do you go to ** to take shelter from the rain? In my memory, after a gust of wind, the torrential rain was like.

Concentrate. The storm swept away all my childishness, all the ignorance in my heart.

Later, I learned that my father did not look for a place to shelter from the rain that day, but hurried home in the pouring rain. As soon as he stepped in.

The door asked the mother:

Has the paddy been fully recovered?

Later, I learned that it was my father's 40th birthday! When I was a child, my father.

I had few guests on my birthday, and since I had been out of school since I was twelve, I had never paid attention to my father's birthday, and I had also ignored it when I lied that day.

When my mother whispered to me, I cried, crying very sadly, and my heart ached. Looking at the slightly aged body of my father outside the house.

Shadow, my remorse is growing day by day: Father, I'm sorry for you, and my ignorant son is sorry for you.

Father.

The answer downstairs is that the article is very true, and the landlord will accept it.

There are some answers, why aren't they?