Composition of umbrellas in the rain

It's raining. People are walking in the rain with umbrellas. The following is an umbrella composition in the rain, welcome to read!

It's a cloudy afternoon. When the bell rang, I stretched myself and was about to go home. At this time, the weather is not beautiful, and it thunders. Soon it began to rain cats and dogs. I didn't bring my umbrella. What should I do now?

At this time, my mood is as gloomy as the sky. The rain in the sky seems to fall on my heart bit by bit, which makes me feel helpless and helpless. I really want someone to pick me up with an umbrella. This is my only thought. But after a long time, I didn't see anyone, and my mood began to be a little agitated. I don't think waiting here is the way. If my family doesn't pick me up, I'll stand here all night. No, I have to get back at once. No, we wait! Just when I was disappointed to rush into the rain, I waited and waited. "Tucki" came from a distance with a familiar and kind voice, and I quickly recognized it as my mother! It's my dear mother! I almost cried for joy. My mother's figure is approaching me quickly. By this time, I had forgotten my helplessness and anxiety before and ran to my mother. When I came to my mother, I saw that there was nothing in her hand and asked, "Mom, do you have an umbrella?" My mother was embarrassed to say to me, "I didn't go home until I came to work with an umbrella because I was afraid you would wait too long, but it's ok for two people to block an umbrella." Walking on the muddy road, in the dense raindrops, I looked at my mother and suddenly time stopped. I couldn't believe my eyes: the young mother had silver hair and many tiny wrinkles appeared in her eyes. ...

Mother's half body has been wet by the rain, but her face is always smiling. I've been thinking about this problem all the way, and I didn't realize until I got home that my mother regarded my happiness as her own and my pain as her own.

At this time, I secretly made up my mind to study hard and decided to repay my mother's spring-like love with my pure heart forever. ...

2 Black Umbrella in the Rain I remember a sentence in the movie Daisy: "I never bring an umbrella when it rains, because no one will care even if I get wet."

I have always felt that waiting for the petals of children to send umbrellas outside the school gate makes me feel a kind of happiness. At that time, the water droplets splashed on the umbrella turned into crystal-clear love, and they got into their parents' necks round and round.

When I was a child, I liked rainy days. I like to step on the water and splash high. I like to have a water fight with the children and catch water under the eaves. There seems to be a voice in the rain: "Do you think rain is a string of rain or a drop of rain?" Oh, and the little umbrella my mother bought me, whistling under the umbrella while walking and listening to the falling rain.

When I grow up, I don't like being caught in the rain, because I know how to protect myself, but my umbrella is sealed under the shoe cabinet-at this time, another person has set up an umbrella for me, looking at the child's little umbrella and showing a knowing smile. I thought he would always hold an umbrella for me.

One day, I became an umbrella, under which were shivering old people and children. So I will resist the wind and rain and put my hands out of the vast sky. At this time, I will understand that the raindrops are warm when I put my neck out of the school gate. I will say, "Remember to take an umbrella when you go out! Don't get caught in the rain, be careful of catching a cold! " When the umbrella began to break slowly, I began to be afraid of rainy days, because rheumatism would hurt in rainy days. Children, you should pick up your grandson at the school gate. The umbrella bought for my granddaughter is still under the shoe cabinet, and no one has taken it away. She only likes Barbie dolls, so she may be ungrateful. I will watch the weather forecast every day: "It's raining, put on more clothes. Work is important and health is also important! "

Maybe in the end, you can only see the big green umbrella outside the nursing home through the window.

Until one day, through the breath of the earth, I saw my descendants wearing black clothes to give me lilies, and the black umbrella in the rain was made for me. (Zhang Pu Town, Kunshan City)

An umbrella raindrop in the rain, like a pearl with a broken line, dripped on the puddle formed by the rain, making the sound of "salad, salad ……", and it has been raining since last night.

When I just closed the door and wanted to go to school, I suddenly found out: Oh, no! I didn't bring my umbrella, but I forgot my key when I touched my schoolbag, and my parents were not at home. what can I do? I came downstairs and looked at this kind of ghost weather that deliberately played tricks on people. I couldn't help but get fidgety and wander in the corridor. Seeing that it is not far from school time, it is already 6: 35. I have got up the courage to run out in the rain several times, but I am afraid of getting wet. Just as I was wandering in front of the door, I heard this sentence: "Come, let's go together." I looked up and saw a girl about my age. Her words were like a fire in a snowstorm, which suddenly ignited my heart. But when I was about to get into her umbrella, I hesitated again. I thought: I don't know her. Although I live in the same community, I have never seen her. I looked at her umbrella and thought that her umbrella was so small that it was a little small for my own use, not to mention that I squeezed it in. I shook my head at her. She seemed to read my mind and said, "Nothing. Come in, or you will be late for school! " "She spoke a little fast, but she still sounded very kind. I got into her umbrella and suddenly felt that it was getting bigger. ...

When I got to school, the rain stopped. She put away her umbrella, said goodbye to me and turned away. At this time, I found that her clothes and bags were soaked. It turned out that she tilted her umbrella to my side, and she herself ...

Soon, the sky cleared up. I saw a beautiful rainbow in the sky, like a colorful bridge. Looking at the rainbow, I seem to see the beautiful face of that girl again and hear her kind words. ...

One Monday morning, it was raining in Mao Mao. I walked from the school gate to the classroom with a lot of things. Because the classroom is far from the school gate, although it doesn't rain much, the clothes are still wet by the rain.

I complained as I walked, and suddenly I felt that my head was wet. I looked up and there was an umbrella. I stopped and turned around. That's a little brother in grade two. There is a big gap between his height and mine. He was standing on tiptoe to hold an umbrella for me, but he got wet. I smiled: "Thank you, bring it yourself!" "Just took a few steps, I feel the same again. I turned my head again, and it was him-looking dignified and strong.

My heart warmed up and I said, "Take it with you!" He hesitated, and I smiled sweetly and asked, "Is that okay?" He nodded his head. I said, "I'll get my umbrella." He hesitated again and turned to my hand-full of things, heavy. I read his mind and said, "It's okay." I took an umbrella and walked into the teaching building with him.

Although it was raining and windy in Mao Mao all the way, I didn't feel the slightest cold; Although my hand is heavy, I don't feel so hard. My cousin said jealously, "The treatment of the battalion chief is just different." I didn't go back as usual, because I knew he must be sincere, because he was so simple and clear. I think even if I am not the captain, he will do the same thing. The child's heart is the purest, not defiled by the world. It is like a lotus that emerges from the mud without being stained, clear without being demon.

A sincere heart can be worth a thousand words of Qian Qian; A sincere heart can soothe a broken heart. On this rainy day, he taught me a lot …

5 Umbrella in the Rain Today, I read an article entitled "Umbrella in the Rain", which reminded me of an incident a few years ago.

I was on duty that day. When I finished, I looked at my watch and shouted, "Ah! It's half past six. " I picked up my schoolbag and ran outside, thinking: Mom must be anxious.

Just out of school, I saw the sun crouching on the branch like a child, with tears all over his face, pulling the corner of the cloud and unwilling to let go. Yun's skirt was dyed red by him. I ran quickly towards home, leaving only a touch of red on the horizon. Slowly, the sky became cloudy, but I didn't notice it. I didn't know it was going to rain until the gloomy sky rolled and the rain fell on my nose. When it rains heavily, I hide under the eaves.

It's raining harder and crazier, with no intention of stopping. At this moment, I suddenly saw money coming out of her school. I wanted to go with her, but the foot I just stepped out was taken back, because I remembered the scene of going to Qian's house the day before yesterday. At that time, I saw a beautiful notebook on her desk, so I picked it up and looked through it. A diary with money on it. I looked at it with relish, but I didn't see any money coming in. When she saw me reading her diary, she shouted at me, "How can you read other people's privacy!" " I saw that she was angry with me, and I was not to be outdone. I know I was wrong, but I am confident that you don't have to do this to me! "Say that finish, I slammed the door.

I tried to tap my shoulder with my hand, which brought me back to reality. When I looked back, it was money that said to me, "Let's go together." I nodded and we didn't say anything along the way. The sound of rain falling on the umbrella is clearly audible. She kept taking me home, and I said thank you to her. She gave me a sweet smile and left without saying anything.

That day I discovered that money is so beautiful, and her tolerant heart is the source of her beauty.

It's a cloudy afternoon.

When the bell rang, I stretched myself and was about to go home. At this time, the weather is not beautiful, and it thunders. Soon it began to rain cats and dogs. I didn't bring my umbrella. What should I do now?

At this time, my mood is as gloomy as the sky. The rain in the sky seems to fall on my heart bit by bit, which makes me feel helpless and helpless. I really want someone to pick me up with an umbrella. This is my only thought. But after a long time, I didn't see anyone, and my mood began to be a little agitated. I don't think waiting here is the way. If my family doesn't pick me up, I'll stand here all night. No, I have to get back at once. No, we wait! Just when I was disappointed to rush into the rain, I waited and waited. "Tucki" came from a distance with a familiar and kind voice, and I quickly recognized it as my mother! It's my dear mother! I almost cried for joy. My mother's figure is approaching me quickly. By this time, I had forgotten my helplessness and anxiety before and ran to my mother. When I came to my mother, I saw that there was nothing in her hand and asked, "Mom, do you have an umbrella?" My mother was embarrassed to say to me, "I came to work directly with an umbrella before going home because I was afraid that you would wait for a long time, but two people can block an umbrella." Walking on the muddy road, in the dense raindrops, I looked at my mother. Suddenly, time stopped. I couldn't believe my eyes: the young mother had silver hair and many tiny wrinkles appeared in her eyes. ...

Mother's half body has been wet by the rain, but her face is always smiling. I've been thinking about this problem all the way, and I didn't realize until I got home that my mother regarded my happiness as her own and my pain as her own.

At this time, I secretly made up my mind to study hard and decided to repay my mother's spring-like love with my pure heart forever. ...

Umbrella in the rain Composition 7 Who holds up the umbrella in the rain? Who accompanied you through that stormy road? It's her, the anonymous big sister ... Today, I'm going to tell her story.

It was a hot summer, and the sun was shining on the earth. An old beggar in rags knelt on the side of the road with a broken rice bowl, his trousers tied and his leg broken. Occasionally, well-meaning passers-by drop coins. But something unexpected happened in the sky, and the originally clear sky was covered with dark clouds in a blink of an eye. First, dark clouds surged in the sky like a flood. Then, countless bean-sized raindrops hit the street, smelling of earth, and pedestrians on the road hid their heads under the eaves. It's raining harder and harder, and there will be water soon.

The old beggar stood up trembling and walked forward with difficulty. The rain soaked him to the skin. Mud splashed by passing cars hit the old beggar's dirty clothes. The rain in summer is fierce and ruthless. The beggar trembled, and his sunken eyes shone for help to passers-by who were hiding from the rain. Helpless, he barely stood on one leg, but no one wanted to hold up an "umbrella" for the old beggar in this pouring rain. ...

The old beggar held him, stopped and stopped, his empty trouser legs wobbled, and the change in the bowl made a sad sound, but those pedestrians all held helpless eyes, because no one wanted to be a beggar's "drowned rat". Just when the old beggar was about to despair, a girl with a handsome face rushed to hold up an umbrella for the old beggar. The umbrella covered the old beggar, but the rain wet the girl's thin clothes. She didn't care and helped the trembling old beggar go forward. The strong wind blew the umbrella unsteadily, and the girl gritted her teeth and persisted. At present, more than ten meters away, she can't reach the finish line. Rain blurred her eyes, tears and rain rolled down her cheeks, mixed together, and had a mixed taste. ...

The umbrella propped up a clear sky for the old beggar in the rain. The old man under the girl's arm is more like an old man, like a lost child. Their help made many indifferent people feel sad. How many noble and humble secular eyes are ashamed. It doesn't matter anymore, because the road has reached ... the place where pedestrians take shelter from the rain. The girl gave some money to the old beggar. "Here, go buy something to eat ..." The old man's mouth twitched, but he couldn't say a word after all, and his eyes stayed on the flower folding umbrella. ...

When I watched this video, I decided to write this article. This event, which didn't make us feel shocked and earth-shattering, is like a flower folding umbrella in the rain, which gives us colorful positive energy in our chest. ...

I started the long journey of my life, crossing a swift river. My family built a bridge for me and crossed a barren desert. My family brought me dew. Walking in the relentless rain, my family held up an umbrella of love for me.

It's raining on the roadside of the campus, and there's no intention of stopping at all. Without an umbrella, my classmates and I crowded at the school gate and waited slowly. Time goes by, but the rain is getting heavier and heavier, which seems to have a depressing atmosphere. My heart beat faster and I finally couldn't help it. I rushed to the heavy rain to look for my mother, but I couldn't find her. I went back to the school gate in frustration and began to sob. This is an empty campus.

Just when I was desperate, a familiar voice stopped me. I looked up. It's my mother. I run like a fly. I can't stand it. I was in tears.

My mother handed me an umbrella and comforted me all the time, explaining that she came all the way because she was late for the meeting. She also said that it was raining and the electric car could not ride. I saw it. My mother's feet and calves are all wet, and so are her shoulders. We strolled on our way home without saying a word.

I can't help this silence. I looked up at my mother and she smiled at me. At that moment, I regretted my indifference to my mother all the way. I saw that my mother's umbrella was crooked, so I gave it to me. I pushed her back and asked her, "I have an umbrella. Why did you give me an umbrella?" She replied flatly, "I'm afraid you'll get wet."

"I'm afraid you'll get wet" keeps coming to my mind. My mother gave me half her umbrella for fear that I would get wet. Her right shoulder was wet with water, and I cried again. It was raining, but she couldn't find it. When crossing the road, she said to me lightly, "Don't forget it for a long time in the future. Take an umbrella when it rains lightly. Let's go. " I'm used to saying "hmm". Accept her love for me quietly.

She and I walked home with a green umbrella.

When I got home, my mother put on her shoes and cooked for me as usual. The green rain umbrella hangs quietly on the door. Looking at the low drop of water on the umbrella, I saw my mother's love for me bit by bit.