That handsome guy can tell me about the Back written by Zhu Ziqing in the second year of junior hi

When I was a child, I saw the most back, it seems to be my father. Fathers will always walk ahead of us, on many occasions. Or any occasion.

Of course, if he walked behind me, he would not have any impression in his field of vision; But in middle school texts and other reading materials, the back of my father repeatedly appears. A gentle shadow, generous and powerful. It's inclusive.

When I grew up, I often read without an umbrella. I don't like to bring. In fact, in the mountainous climate of my hometown, it rains often, and once it rains, it will not stop for a few minutes like Xiamen, but it will continue.

I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was because the umbrellas at home were so heavy and long. I was very short at that time. When I was in the fifth grade, I brought a long umbrella that I couldn't hold up in front of the school building.

was opened with the help of a tall female classmate, and was also laughed at by the classmates. Fifteen years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown, she had changed her appearance as a married woman, but I still remember the way she opened her umbrella, and the appearance of Tingting, although now I am much taller than her. I don't remember whether I decided to bring less umbrellas from that time.

My father would bring me an umbrella when it rained, and I was still afraid of him. The more I feared, the more I hoped that he would not deliver the umbrella, but this was impossible, my mother was always busier than my father, and my home was in the middle of my mother's school and my school, so my mother could not take a long detour to see me off, especially when I went out. Father will say a word, as he has said a long time ago, bring an umbrella and bring hungry food.

Then hand me the umbrella. I silently took it, and then walked behind in small steps. I think I deliberately walked behind.

My father found out that if he slowed down, I would be even slower. This makes it possible to see his back completely from behind. Sometimes, I would see the rain drifting obliquely, and my father's umbrella was not straightened, so he drenched his clothes little by little.

Another time, the father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the road. Tell them that my father and I can hold an umbrella. I watched them walk away.

My father didn't look back at all, he walked in front in the rain, and I called my dad, maybe the rain was very loud, and my father didn't hear it.

If you increase the bounty to 20, I'll tell you.

Did the beautiful woman tell you no.

Ideas: Describe more details, open umbrellas, broken umbrellas, highlight the umbrellas that come from them, and give endless warmth. But when I was young, I was always not satisfied, I didn't know how to cherish, and when I looked back, I always sighed.

Body:

Looking at the raindrops falling from the windowsill, I was reminded of my mother's experience of giving me an umbrella.

I still remember when I was in elementary school. Looking at the raindrops falling outside the window, I was very worried. When school ended, the students were all huddled under an umbrella in groups and staggered home.

And I, wandering in the hallways of the classroom, waiting for my family to pick me up. As the minutes ticked by, just as I was about to brave the rain, my mother came, holding a freshly opened umbrella in her left hand and a broken umbrella in her right hand, and came up to me and said, I'm sorry, I'm late. I said it was okay, and she laughed.

He also said, it's really smart, fortunately I didn't leave, otherwise it would have been a soup chicken. I smiled.

In the sixth grade, it was raining lightly. I didn't bring an umbrella because there was no warning before, but this time I wasn't worried because I was going to go home in the rain with a few classmates who didn't have umbrellas, and just as I came to the staircase, I saw a woman who looked up at the bustling crowd and knew that she was picking up her children.

That's right, it's my mom, I saw her, and she saw me. She looks happy, and what about me? Hacha, on the contrary, thought to himself:

With such a light rain and an umbrella, you still think I'm not ashamed enough? When I came to her, I took the umbrella without saying a word and left, I didn't open the umbrella, she called from behind, I ignored it.

Now, in retrospect, I'm really sorry.

I often wonder if one day I grow up. When my mother goes out and it happens to be raining, will I give her an umbrella without regrets? Thinking of this, in Jingying's tears, I remembered my mother's experience of giving me an umbrella.