Ask for an essay, 600 words. The title is nagging umbrella affection

Nagging = care, write down the rainy day, my mother sent an umbrella, describe how much rain it is, my mother ran from the rain, her face looked tired, write about my mother's expression, I was very moved, thinking that the family are all only children, they are all willful, and parents.

Remembering a blue umbrella in my vision, I have had to be tied up by a blue umbrella for so long ......The blue is as clear as the air.

On those rainy days when I was a child, my mother always came to pick me up with a blue umbrella, the top of my head was blue, and my shoulders were covered in blue, and there was a blue rainless sky as far as I could see.

On a rainy day at that time, I raised my head and said to my mother, but I noticed that half of my mother's air was a gloomy gray, and the wind alienated the raindrops and fell into my mother's gray air, my mother's shoulders were wet, and the hair on her forehead was also wet, and I was still in a blue rainless air.

Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I reminded, "no, the umbrella is not crooked." Mom replied quietly, and my vision fell on the tilted handle of the umbrella, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom said firmly, "No, there really isn't a ......."”

When I was older, I no longer asked my mother to pick me up on rainy days, and the blue umbrella faded in the cabinet year after year, and I thought I had forgotten about it.

If 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 vision so unconsciously fell on the handle of the umbrella, and the scene was mixed with the situation of the hour, and my mother was covered 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 said frequently. "Mom, it's really not crooked, no.

There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I looked back, I saw bright droplets of water across my mother's cheeks. The faded umbrella reappeared as blue as it used to be.

The facts are revealed, for so long, my mother has held up a rainless air for me, at this moment, I want to give my mother a happy day, even if Meng Jiao said that whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with Sanchunhui. So my vision was tied to the blue umbrella, I was the one who fought under the lamp late every night, and I was the one who crossed the make-up class address every weekend ......All because of the slanted blue umbrella. The blue, clear as the air, made me dare not take my vision away, and I never dared to take it away.

My dad could not have been more appropriately described as a strict father. He was very strict with my study and life. He set a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework conscientiously.

Is your dad you? Naively, I nodded vigorously to show that I was very harsh, not ordinary! Now, every time I face the whole class after every exam.

When I finished first and second, I gradually understood that my father did all this for my own good. I can't thank him enough for that!

My mom is the quintessential loving mother. She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every detail. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my cravings.

The sky of love is yours, mine, and everyone's.

Inscription. Throughout the ages, Yonghua, Yongshui, Yongshan, Yongshu ......Such literati abound, but no one paid attention to the humble umbrella. yes, umbrellas are so commonplace! However, it seems that any heart-warming thing is indispensable to it. Forgotten? Didn't notice?

Engagement under the umbrella. The willows flutter in the wind, and the spring scenery of the West Lake is picturesque. The beautiful Bai Suzhen is taking Xiaoqing to look for a shepherd boy. Suddenly, thunder roared, and a torrential rain came.

Bai Suzhen hurriedly took Xiaoqing to avoid a small boat. Looking at the riverside, Xu Xian, who didn't bring an umbrella, was like an ant on a hot pot, and he didn't know what to do. The kind-hearted Bai Suzhen asked the boatman to rock the boat to the lake and carry Xu Xian's ......, who looked like a chicken in soupWhen she arrived at the shore, Bai Suzhen lent her umbrella to Xu Xian.

Then, Xu Xian went to return the umbrella twice and began a touching love.

Family affection is unlimited. In June, like a child's face, it changes when it is said. Just now, it was still empty, and all of a sudden it poured down. In the wind and rain, an elderly man struggled to hold the big black umbrella, and held an old woman of his age in his left hand.

Walking together, disappearing into the crowd.

Pure friendship. I looked impatiently at the pouring rain outside the window, and was in a daze. She sighed helplessly for the last time. Finally, I grabbed my school bag, put it on my head, and ran into the rain curtain.

She ran to the school gate in one breath and saw the class leader there, seemingly waiting for someone. The rain was so heavy that it was getting dark again, so she had to run out. The squad leader saw her.

He stood there, hesitated, ran forward, took off his coat and gave it to her: "Protect yourself from the rain." My dad is coming.

The love between Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen began with that umbrella. In the rain, your relatives protect you from the rain with that umbrella. The friendship between classmates and friends still uses umbrellas to convey ......

Affection is never priceless. And to convey the truth, it is not too much of an umbrella. At this time, the umbrella is no longer so ordinary. It is the bridge of feelings between people, and it is the hand that holds up the sky of love.

Outside the umbrella, it is wet; Inside the umbrella, it was a sunny day.

Postscript. Teacher's comments: The essay on this topic is clearly structured and organized; Strong human touch, love, family and friendship leap on the paper; It expresses the praise of the little author for the "umbrella" and the praise of the true feelings of the world.

It was raining again, and when I took out the umbrella from the drawer, the rain continued unabated, and it hit the window panes of the classroom densely. The raindrops converge into tiny streams of water, leaving a meandering trail on the window.

There are only a few minutes left before the end of class, most people have no intention of listening to the class, the atmosphere of the class is gone, and between opening and closing the eyes, only the teacher's lips are closed. The window railing on the side of the classroom near the hallway is covered with colorful umbrellas, and there are faint water stains underneath.

In a few moments, almost all the umbrellas disappeared tacitly, becoming a blurry embellishment in the rain curtain. The classrooms and hallways were empty, and only one or two umbrellas hung alone on the window railings near the hallway.

I didn't want to eat dinner, so I closed my umbrella and went back to the classroom. A girl at the same table sat in her seat.

Why don't you skip eating? I walked over, sat down in my seat, and asked nonchalantly. She leaned on her desk, "My umbrella was taken away", and motioned for me to look at the window railing, and then continued, "I should borrow it!" The tone was full of uncertainty.

Losing the umbrella, thinking of this word, a somewhat complicated emotion rose in my heart. I've lost it, and more than once, because I'm not sure if someone else did it unintentionally or deliberately.

I think it was a few years ago, and it was a rainy day. After school, almost everyone threw out their umbrellas and rushed into the rain, but I was still sitting in the classroom. Ever since the last class I found out that my umbrella was missing, I've been sitting on the edge of my seat.

The struggle in my mind was as fierce as a world war, and eventually, I reached for the umbrella hanging in the corner.

I went home and went to sleep after dinner and didn't notice anything else.

The next day, I woke up with my umbrella lying next to my pillow, exactly the same. And the umbrella I brought back was lying neatly on my desk. I packed two umbrellas in my bag, ate breakfast and went to school.

As I was walking on the road, it occurred to me that my mother's expression this morning seemed to be a little different from before, but I can't remember what it was.

When I got to the classroom, I put the umbrella back in its place, like a sacred, sacred-hearted ritual. It was also on that day that I found that the umbrella I had been using for a long time suddenly became very new.

Since then, my umbrella has rarely been lost.

The rain outside was still heavy, and the dotted umbrellas looked like flowing rainbows. I handed her the umbrella, "Maybe someone else took it by mistake, borrow you." She gave me a vague smile and got up.

Watching her and my umbrella fade into a little blue in the rain, I helped her say what her smile meant, "I hope."

The next day, she came to the classroom with a new umbrella, which was very new and hung on the window railing, and it was a little dazzling.