On rainy days, my mother drove me to school on her bicycle and opened an umbrella for me when she ar

Updated on Car 2024-07-17
11 answers
  1. Anonymous users2024-02-12

    It was still raining heavily, and my mother's back on her bike looked haggard, her back was soaked, I don't know if it was sweat or rain, and my eyes were sore. In the squeaky and shaking of the car, I arrived at the school in a blink of an eye. When I got out of the car, my mother turned to me and smiled, picked up the umbrella in the crate, held it open for me, and handed it to me.

    Her sleeves were drenched in the rain, but she didn't care.

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-11

    This can take a break, and when the little girl was waiting for the bus, it suddenly rained heavily. The little girl hid under the bus stop sign to avoid the rain, shivering from the cold, while an uncle and sister passing by were sheltering him from the wind and rain, draping his clothes on his little daughter to send her home.

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-10

    Let's tell the truth and write it, for example, a caring uncle, when it rained heavily, he forgot to bring an umbrella, and waited for the bus in the rain at the bus station, a kind uncle saw it, so he didn't hold an umbrella for me melancholy, and asked me if I didn't bring an umbrella in such a heavy rain. What a kind uncle.

  4. Anonymous users2024-02-09

    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.

    I don't know if it's good or not. Reference.

  5. Anonymous users2024-02-08

    I watched my friends leave one by one, anxious. Now that I'm dead, my mother is sick, and my father is on a business trip, am I destined to become a soup chicken?

    Suddenly, a flash of white jumped into my eyes, and a thunderbolt flashed through my mind, Mom!

    As the coughing sound got closer and closer, my heart suddenly mixed with all of a sudden: Ah! Finally someone came to my rescue!

    I don't have to be a soup chicken! That's great! However, I thought about it

    Mom has a fever and only has an umbrella, will it get worse! I hurriedly pounced on my mother and said, "Mom, why are you here?"

    I won't pick you up, ahem...Do you just watch you become a soup chicken!

    I bowed my head silently. My mother hugged me and walked in the rain, and the rain was still like that, washing the sycamores, washing the earth, and washing my heart warmed by mother's love.

    Absolutely original, anyway, the silver family is only 12 years old. I don't know the plot, that's all.

  6. Anonymous users2024-02-07

    Tell me about the plot.

  7. Anonymous users2024-02-06

    I jumped out of the classroom, and found that it was going to rain, the wind was blowing recklessly, and the sky was still blue a second ago, and suddenly it seemed like someone had pulled a black prologue and started its earth-shattering performance, but what if I didn't bring an umbrella?

    In the huge rain curtain, I saw a familiar figure, it was Mom! My mother also saw me, the anxious look on her face was gone, her tightly knit brows relaxed, my mother walked up to me and began to scold: "I told you to bring an umbrella in the morning, but you just didn't bring it, and now it's raining, what if I don't come to see you?!"

    I didn't say anything, just silently followed my mother.

    The ghee-like rain took away the prosperity of the streets, and the cries of selling one after another increased, and the endless flow of vehicles also increased. I suddenly found that my mother was drenched into a "soup chicken", looking at my mother's increasingly haggard cheeks for me, tears flowed out disobediently, mother, your love is so ordinary, but so great, from your pregnancy in October, to babbling, to staggering, when I walked into the campus, what little progress, not the result of your teaching, ah! How can your love, my dear mother, be measured?!

    In the afternoon, I had dinner, and the sun after the rain was like a small spoon with honey, sweet and greasy, pouring down, like a mother's love sweet and beautiful...

  8. Anonymous users2024-02-05

    At this time, a petite girl broke into everyone's sight, and she did not hesitate to use the purple umbrella in her hand to shield the beggar from the raindrops falling from the sky. Perhaps when the old man looked up in confusion, he saw a beautiful girl with a kind heart. The girl struggled, and the umbrella swayed with the wind.

    She had no choice but to use her hands to hold on to the umbrella. The cold rain soaked the girl's pink shirt, and the rough wind blew the trees to the ground, and the cold wind went straight to the marrow of the person, and the girl couldn't help but shiver with cold. But she still insisted on using a small umbrella, an umbrella too small to accommodate the two of them, to support a small warm haven for the old man, until the wind stopped and the rain was quiet, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

  9. Anonymous users2024-02-04

    Children's shoes, change the theme, this theme has been written badly, I don't know how many people have written this cliché throughout the ages, and the teacher will not give a high score when he sees it, plus you look for it from here, there is no thing of your own, and the composition written is too fake.

  10. Anonymous users2024-02-03

    It's really complicated.,I've been afraid of writing essays since I was a child.。。。

    Copy and paste, after that it becomes 500. Ha ha...

  11. Anonymous users2024-02-02

    There is a kind of love in the world, it is everywhere, it makes you take it wantonly, and it makes you accept it calmly: there is a person in the world, who is unknown, and gives you all her love without asking for anything in return. This kind of love is called mother's love, and this person is called mother.

    The alarm rang mercilessly while I was asleep, and I rubbed my eyes and reluctantly crawled out of the bed. It's really comfortable for my mother to not go to work today, and she can sleep until she wakes up naturally, and she doesn't have to go to school, which is really a beautiful thing. I thought to myself, and at the same time I was a little jealous.

    I had a final exam today, and my mother just threw me a sentence of "take a good exam" before going to bed last night, and that's it. So I complained about my mother's indifference.

    When I opened the door, the living room was bright, and the sound of the soymilk machine working was faintly heard in the kitchen, and I walked to the kitchen in confusion. "Morning! Go brush your teeth and wash your face, breakfast is almost ready.

    The oncoming sound of admonition. "Oh. "Looking at the bread and boiled eggs on the table, I was stunned.

    When did my mother get up? Could it be that when I met "Zhou Gong", he had already dragged his tired body to prepare breakfast for me? When my mother got off work yesterday, she said that she was very tired and needed to sleep in.

    After washing, I accepted the tenderness as usual. "It's an exam today, you need to eat more! You have to take the test well, and only when you are full can you have strength.

    Mom started babbling on and on again. And I, there is always a word without a word, from time to time with an "um" sound, I am always like this.

    Riding a bicycle is like going back to my childhood.

    At that time, every day, every time, as long as my mother was there, it was endless nagging, but I never listened seriously, and sometimes I thought that my mother was looking for me, which was unreasonable, and I didn't feel a trace of unease, and sometimes, I even replied directly "You are annoyed". Is that my response to my mother's love? I smiled wryly.

    Kindergarten, elementary school, every time I go to school, I feel relaxed, because all the books, all the snacks, my mother helps me to hold, I don't have to worry about anything. Sometimes, I occasionally feel my conscience uneasy, that is, I ask "Do you want me to help you", "No, you just go by yourself." When I heard my mother's answer, I was so relieved.

    Hehe, it's my thing, but I asked if you want me to help you.

    Looking back on this, I don't feel regret and guilt, when did the care that tired me become so dazzling? Those verbose and fault-finding testimonies to my stupidity and unfilial piety. It turns out that those love, those gentleness, are worth cherishing and deserving of me.

    Meaning. In the face of her, I began to understand, I began to understand, I began to understand, I began to understand that what you have must be grasped well, because it becomes meaningless to cherish it after you lose it. Mother's love, give me a chance to cherish.

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