Umbrella oblique composition

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The umbrella is crooked. 1 All the debts in the world can be paid off except what we owe our mother.

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It was a stormy and muddy road: a road that my mother and I walked together, deeply branded with love and printed with our footprints.

The winter night is so dark and cold, and the raindrops are still wild. Some squeezed into my collar and evaporated by my hot body: some melted into the dark night, and some smashed on the umbrella that was not very big. In the dark rain curtain, the road is so far away and so muddy. Mother walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Seriously ill, I threw myself on my mother's back and leaned my head on her. I have heard her irregular heartbeat. My mother holds me in her hands and holds an umbrella with her strong arms. She is already very tired.

The winter wind is still roaring. Raindrops naughty to mother's head, mother's gray hair has been wet.

The wind has stopped, and the rain seems to have not stopped. I followed the dim light of my neighbor's house and saw the fog on my mother's forehead. I don't know whether the sweat or the rain evaporated, and some water drops dripped down my cheeks into my collar. How did my mother get wet? There is an umbrella. I looked up and saw that my mother's head was not an umbrella, but a black curtain. My mother moves her umbrella backwards from time to time. My intuition tells me that my mother's umbrella seems to be crooked. I said to my mother gently, "the umbrella seems to be crooked, mom, you are wet."

I tried to push my umbrella forward a lot. Mom whispered, "It was blown by the wind. It's okay." The wind has died down. Just for a while, I reached over and touched my hand, and my palms were cold. At this moment, I really feel that my umbrella is crooked. Check the composition about maternal love.

Looking up at the pink umbrella on my head, my mother's head is still black.

The umbrella is crooked, not because of the wind.

I stubbornly held my umbrella straight, but my mother said, "Nothing, don't get wet on you."

The umbrella is still tilted, as if it had been tilted for a long time. I kept muttering, "The umbrella is more crooked ...". I consciously pushed the umbrella forward several times, but there seemed to be a reaction that prevented me from pushing it. The umbrella was badly crooked and finally reached the infirmary. Water dripped down mother's cheek and her mouth rose slightly. "Here we are, here we are." But my tears shed reluctantly. Mom, you gave me too much!

On this road, I have gone through 15 spring and autumn. Whenever it rains and snows, I think of the pink umbrella. Under the umbrella, I am surrounded by love. In the future life, I will be the happiest as long as I have this umbrella, whether it is muddy or rainy or snowy.

The umbrella is crooked because there is love.

When it rains, if you don't have an umbrella, who braved the heavy rain and ran to your side to give you an umbrella? It's mom! It's our mom!

On that day, the bell rang for Ding and Ding. I packed my schoolbag back, walked out of the classroom and came to the school gate. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs, which made me unable to go home. I anxiously looked at the pouring rain at the door and thought: Mom, come and take me home! After a while, I still didn't see my mother, and I was anxious to cry.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure. I thought it must be my mother, so I took a few steps closer. It's really mom. "mom! Mom! " I shouted happily. I ran to my mother's arms and said sadly, "Mom, why are you here?" Mother said kindly, "Isn't mother here?" So we went home together.

On my way home, I suddenly saw my mother's half body soaked. I looked up at my umbrella again and said to my mother, "Mom, the umbrella is crooked." But mother said, "Nothing, as long as you don't get wet." I listened to my mother's words and thought to myself: I must repay my mother in the future.

Gradually, I grew up, but the promise of childhood is still clearly printed in my mind. One day, my mother will go out to buy food. Soon after she went out, it began to rain heavily. I picked up my umbrella and ran out to find my mother. I met my mother on my way to the vegetable market. I walked up to her and gave her an umbrella. Her mother said, "Daughter, the umbrella is crooked, and the rain is falling on you." I said, "Mom, I'm fine. Your health is very important. " Mom smiled. That's a happy smile.

Do you think your umbrella is crooked when it rains? Yes, that's mom's love. We should observe carefully and be grateful.

The umbrella is crooked. When it rains, if mom and dad come to pick you up, is the umbrella crooked? Have you observed it carefully? Let me tell you a story.

One day, the weather changed suddenly, and there was lightning and thunder. Soon, it began to rain cats and dogs. Li Na just looked outside the classroom and thought anxiously: What should I do? I didn't bring an umbrella. My mother asked me to go home by myself today!

"Jingle bells, Jingle bells." After school, the students walked out of the classroom one by one, threw themselves into their parents' arms and went home happily. Li Na looked enviously at the backs of her classmates and their parents. Li Na walked along the eaves to the school gate, sat on the bench at the school gate and waited, hoping that her mother would pick her up. Wait and wait, Li Na can't wait for her mother. She almost cried. A gust of wind blew, and some raindrops the size of beans fell on Li Na's skirt. She felt very cold. She thought, why hasn't mom come yet? Aren't you coming to pick me up? Everyone in the school has left, leaving Li Na sitting on a bench, anxiously waiting for her mother's arrival.

Suddenly, a touch of yellow appeared in the rain. Li Na thought, isn't that mom's pholiota adiposa? Did mom come to pick me up? Looking intently, it's my mother. Li Na rushed into the rain curtain excitedly and threw herself into her mother's arms. She said excitedly, "mom, mom, you finally came to pick me up." I have been waiting for a long time! " Mother said kindly, "something happened at home, so I came late." Sorry, grandma. ""nothing, as long as my mother picks me up, I dare not go home alone in such a heavy rain! "At this time, Li Na had no idea that the second half of her mother was wet.

On the way, Li Na looked up and saw that the umbrella in her mother's hand was crooked. She said to her mother, "Mom, the umbrella is crooked. If the rain falls on you, you will catch a cold. Straighten the umbrella quickly! " "Nothing, it's better than getting caught in the rain." Mom said quietly. At this time, Li Na found that her mother's right half and the back half were wet. Li Na was both distressed and moved.

Gradually, Li Na grew up to 15 years old and went to high school. One rainy day, she walked out of the school gate and saw her mother picking her up at the school gate as before. She gently took the umbrella and let it lean towards her mother. Her mother found the umbrella crooked and said anxiously, "Straighten it quickly, because the rain has soaked your clothes!" " "Li Na smiled and said quietly," Mom, it's okay. " But the umbrella still leans towards mother. ...

When it rains, do you find the umbrella leaning towards you? Because love is too heavy, the umbrella will tilt.