A narrative essay on the topic of family, friendship, ideals, frustrations, and dreams

Remember a blue umbrella.

My gaze has been tied up in a blue umbrella for so long......

It was blue, as clear as the sky.

When I was a child, my mother always came to pick me up from school with a blue umbrella, and my head was blue, and my shoulders were shrouded in blue, and there was a blue rainless sky as far as I could see.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, but I found that half of my mother's sky was a gloomy gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into my mother's gray sky, my mother's shoulders were wet, and the hair on her forehead was also wet, and I was still in a blue sky without rain.

Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I reminded, "no, the umbrella is not crooked." Mom replied softly, my gaze falling on the tilted handle of the umbrella, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, there really is no ......."”

Later, when I grew up, I no longer asked my mother to pick me up on a rainy day, and the blue umbrella faded in the cabinet year after year, and I thought I had forgotten about it.

Maybe it's a coincidence, it's a rainy day, and it's the blue umbrella again, under the umbrella are my mother and me, and I'm almost as tall as my mother holding the umbrella.

My gaze fell so unconsciously on the handle of the umbrella, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child, my mother was shrouded in a blue, rainless sky. And my shoulders were wet, and my hair was wet.

The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me, "no, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," Mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked, no. There was a long silence under the umbrella, but when I looked back, I caught a glimpse of sparkling water across my mother's cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappeared as clear as the sky blue.

I finally understood that for so long, my mother has held up a rainless sky for me, and now, I want to give my mother a happy day, even if Meng Jiao said that whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

So my eyes were drawn to the blue umbrella, and I was the one who fought under the lamp late every night, and I was the one who shuttled to the make-up class site every weekend ......

All because of the slanted blue umbrella.

The blue, as clear as the sky, made me dare not look away, never dare to look away.

Money is too little! A little more money!

This isn't how you do it, right, so that you can persist until you rely on the friendship of netizens to help you realize your dreams?

Calling for friendship. Friendship is the purest human emotion. Each of us wants and needs a sincere friendship. The more friends, the better. However, the world is so big that it is difficult to find a confidant. There are not many people who can find their true friendship.

Therefore, I believe in fate, and I believe in a sentence: 'Fate is set in the sky, and the share is man-made.' Cherish the people around you. It is possible to be your life confidant.

In the student days, it is the best time for us to seek a confidant, and how many of us have become friends who have forgotten the years of friends made when we were students! Yes, in school, there are a lot of classmates, but have you ever thought about it? In this vast sea of people, isn't it a kind of fate that we can study in a classroom and get along day and night?

Since God intended for us to get to know each other, why not establish a true friendship?

The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the adversity sees the truth". This adage has been etched in my mind for a long time. It's not just an abstract aphorism, it's a confession of true love:

It taught me the value of friendship. Friendship is an elegant greeting card, a cordial greeting, a small umbrella held up in the rain, a look full of encouragement and expectation, a hand stretched out in time in danger, and an affectionate comforting ...... in words

I once read a story about two young men walking in a dense forest, promising each other to take care of each other if a wild beast strikes. And when the danger came, the two went their separate ways, throwing their sworn words out of the clouds.

At that moment, I began to think about the meaning of a confidant in distress.

Some people say that the so-called friends are difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood when things are going well, and they can only be seen clearly in adversity. In adversity, friends in distress help you, and friends who drink and meat alienate you.

True friendship is not about taking advantage of each other, but about being able to help you face the future with you when you are in trouble, and it is a friendship that can withstand wind and rain, even wind and waves, is true friendship. In the presence of friendship, the messenger of holiness, there must be no hypocrisy, and one must trust one another.

Of course, intentional is not a machine for you to vent and confide, feel warm when you use it, and abandon it when you don't --- it

I watched the TV "Camphor Tree" by myself, envied the friendship of others, and I also hoped to have a ten-year appointment under my own camphor tree.

I need true friendship, and I call for friendship.