Is it difficult to send an umbrella in the rain?

Great maternal love is often reflected in small things. Growing up, I thought maternal love was very small, but since that incident, I have a different view of my mother.

That was when I was in fourth grade. One day, the weather was not very good, and suddenly it rained heavily. I was penniless and didn't know what to do. After school, the students happily held umbrellas, but I took a book to keep out the rain. In order to go home as soon as possible, I rushed out and trotted all the way. When we arrived at the Cultural Square, a familiar figure came into view. Ah! It's mom, who braved the wind and rain to send me an umbrella! "Mom," my gruff voice used to wake her up at this time. At this time, my mother threw tears of pain at me because I was almost soaked by the rain. My mother ran to me in three steps and two steps, and held up the long-awaited umbrella for me. Suddenly, the umbrella became so huge that it seemed to cover every corner of the world. I walked carefully with an umbrella, my eyes blurred, moved like a broken bead, and tears streamed down. Muddy places seem to be turned into flowers that smile at human beings every day by those tears, as if telling us that maternal love is the greatest in the world and maternal love is the only one. In this stormy weather, my mother and I walked very fast, and soon we returned home safely. I'm so happy!

Since the above events happened, I have a different view of my mother. Motherly love is always great. She cares about my healthy growth every day. Without maternal love, I might not have a happy life today. Mom, I wish you: happy every day, smooth work, and always young!

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in the rain

It is cloudy. When I go to school, my mother asks me to take an umbrella. I curled my lips: "No, it's wrong to listen to the weather forecast every time. With an umbrella, it doesn't rain, but it will rain without an umbrella. " My mother advised me: "You are not tired with it. What if it really rains? " ? I'm very busy now, and I don't want to send an umbrella ... "Mom is nagging again, so I have to take an umbrella and run away."

The weather forecast today is really accurate. Just after two classes, it began to rain. It seems that this umbrella really has no leucorrhea. It is raining harder and harder. In the last class, the teacher went to a meeting. We study by ourselves, and parents keep coming to send umbrellas or raincoats, but quite a few students still don't have umbrellas. Everyone panicked, and the classroom was no longer quiet. Some students looked at the door and cursed the weather in a low voice.

After school, everyone rushed into the rain. Three people huddled under my umbrella. Fang Xin was alone with an umbrella. He told us, "Come here, or you will all get wet." But some girls refused to go for fear of being laughed at. Let's talk about the new house 1.7 meters tall, with an umbrella covering your head, you can't take care of your body. How can you accommodate another person? Fang Xin seemed to see through our minds and dared to say, "What, I'm still embarrassed, afraid I'll eat you?" Come here, monitor, develop your style and give them your umbrella. They are all different from you. "Less than my classmates under the umbrella are all from West Road. Let it go, let it go. When I walked to the school gate, I was puzzled again. He faces west and I face east, taking another road. Fang Xin gave me an umbrella and wanted to run in the rain, when Yu Xue stopped me. "Liu Qi, come here, let's go all the way. "

It's raining harder and harder, and dense rain curtains are woven in front of our eyes. But I didn't feel the heavy rain. Looking up, I dare to see two-thirds of an umbrella covering my head. After a while, Yu Xue got home. She picked up her schoolbag and rushed into the rain, leaving me her umbrella. On the way, I ran in the rain under Liu Yu's umbrella.

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Send an umbrella in the rain

Send an umbrella in the rain. There are many touching stories in every rain. On this day, when I went out to school, the smiling face of the sun on the edge of Dongshan was moving, and there were several red clouds floating in the sky. In the third class, the red clouds in the sky turned into dark clouds. In a short time, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, and then raindrops as big as peas poured down. I looked next to my schoolbag. Oh, I forgot to bring my umbrella today. I began to worry that I couldn't go home after school. After school, I walked out of the classroom. The rain didn't stop. Few students bring rain gear. Classrooms and corridors are crowded with people waiting to get home in the rain. Like everyone else, I hope the rain will stop, so that we can go home. While I was waiting anxiously, I heard a familiar voice: "Jingcheng, go home." I looked back and it was my mother. My mother came to pick me up and I jumped for joy. I looked at my mother intently again. The rain wet her trouser legs, and thin beads of rain hung on her face. After work, she borrowed an umbrella from others and took me home around a big bend. Walking on the road, the rain is too heavy, the umbrella is too small, it rains heavily outside, and it rains lightly inside. My mother holds a flower umbrella in one hand and protects my head in the other, trying to lean towards me. I look up at my mother from time to time. There is a calm and tenacious look on her face. She glanced at me from time to time, her eyes mixed with a little pity and a little pure love ... When I got home, I saw that my mother's right half was almost wet. My mother smiled at me, and I found that it was the most brilliant flower in the world. Jiang Jingcheng, the fourth grade of experimental primary school in Jianning County, Fujian Province

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Looking in the rain

It seems to have become a habit. Even if it rains heavily, I don't want to bring an umbrella, perhaps because I like the feeling of close contact with raindrops, or because I am looking for something in the call of raindrops. . . . . .

The falling rain, this cheerful sonata seems to tell a story. The children ran happily, followed by their father, calling their names in that heavy voice. Everything was staged in such a rainy day, and my thoughts rushed from the rain to the end of time.

I only remember that it was a rainy season, and all contradictions and separations were bred in this rainy day. . . . . .

As long as it is rainy after school, I always shuttle in the rain, like an elf who has just fallen into the dust. I always carry a big umbrella. My father always uses this umbrella to pick me up. In my impression, that umbrella can support 4 or 5 people, and my father is very stable. In my opinion, my father at that time was like a mountain that never fell, and he followed me tirelessly.

Gradually, I found that on rainy days, my classmates always pointed behind me. It turns out that the umbrella my father took was really different from that our classmates took. Its style is simple and huge. And my classmates are exquisite and small. Suddenly I felt that my father's umbrella and the man in the rain were so uncoordinated that I ran out of my father's umbrella for the first time. Although he was still behind me, I escaped from my father's sight like a caged bird.

I don't want to be different from others. After that, my mother bought me a new umbrella, which is more exquisite and compact than my classmate's, but my father still holds a big umbrella to pick me up every rainy day. At first, my father asked me to follow under his big umbrella with a small umbrella. He said it was safer this way. But I held an umbrella and kept away from my father bit by bit until my father couldn't keep up with me.

I stopped on a stone step and looked down. My father is climbing with my small schoolbag on his back, but I feel that my father is getting farther and farther away from me at this time. I ran to my father with a small umbrella, and my father squatted down and patted my skirt. Ah! I just found that my clothes are all wet, which I have never seen before. Under my father's umbrella, no matter how fast I walk, my clothes are always dry when I get home. I took a small umbrella and hid in my father's big umbrella. . . . . .

At that time, I was really too young to know that it was my father's love for me. Now my father won't see me off. In the rain, I know my father is still holding that big umbrella for me. . . . . .

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Small scenery in the rain

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It began to rain, and it rained harder and harder. Soon, the school gate was full of water. Then the school bell rang, and Xiao Zhuo walked to the school gate with an umbrella.

It's raining harder. Xiao Zhuo has a book in his hand, so Xiao Zhuo has to go to the crowded message office to take shelter from the rain. Just then, the book in Xiao Zhuo's hand fell on the road not far away. "What bad luck!" Xiao Zhuo shouted. Seeing more and more water in the book, Xiao Zhuo had to go over and pick it up. At this time, a boy in grade two or three bent down to pick up the book and ran to Xiao Zhuo to give it to Xiao Zhuo. In the rain, the little boy was caught in a lot of rain, but the red scarf on his chest was particularly dazzling at this time.

Xiaozhuo thanked him and the little boy left with a smile.

(2)

"Ziyi, hold this umbrella for you!"

"Why? Sister Angel. "

"I'm your sister. I should let the younger one."

"Kong Rong let pear seven years old, I was nine years old. I let the umbrella. "

"... Ziyi, my sister wants to get wet today. I will bring you an umbrella! "

"I also want to get wet with Angel's sister."

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When they got home, the umbrella was dry, but they were soaked, but they still smiled.

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It is raining harder and harder. Yinger is running in the rain with a patched umbrella. Just running out of the school gate, she fell down and her umbrella was broken. Yinger struggled to stand up, and a kind and familiar voice came from behind: "Yinger, why are you so careless?" The teacher will take you home. ""Miss Wang, no need. My home is on a distant mountain. When it rains, there is water and mud everywhere on the road. Don't get your shoes dirty and don't send them! " "This how line? Yinger, if you hold this umbrella, you will get wet. " After that, Teacher Wang pulled Yinger under the umbrella and let Yinger lead the way. Yinger smiled: "Thank you, Miss Wang! "

In the rain, there is a glowing green mushroom. Under the mushroom, there are a pair of close teachers and students. Talking and laughing, they walked towards a mountain. ...

Look! It is because of this heavy rain that many people have encountered difficulties. It is also because of this rain that they have solved their difficulties and got love.

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Stories in the rain

Composition: Story in the Rain: Story in the Rain

One afternoon, it began to rain cats and dogs. Xiao Ming walked happily to the school gate with an umbrella after school. Xiao Ming saw Xiao Fang huddled and crouched in the corner. Xiao Ming walked quickly over and asked, "Xiao Fang, why don't you go home?"

"Because I don't have an umbrella," said Xiao Fang.

"I'll lend you my umbrella and you can return it to me tomorrow," Xiao Ming said kindly.

Xiao Fang said, "Thank you, Big Brother!"

Xiao Ming said, "You're welcome!" Xiaofang left happily.

After a while, Xiao Ming saw Xiaohong coming out of the campus quickly. Xiaohong said, "Why don't you go?"

"I lent my umbrella to Xiao Fang," Xiao Ming said.

Xiaohong said, "Let me take you home!" So they hit the road.

When they came to a crossroads, Xiaohong asked, "Where do you live?" Xiaoming pointed to the front and said, "My home is there."

Xiaoming said to Xiaohong, "Thank you for taking me home today!" " "Xiaohong said," You're welcome. Goodbye. " Say that finish, Xiaohong also went home. The story in the rain, an excellent "second-grade composition", is collected by the composition network and comes from the internet and members' contributions. For reference and study only. Please indicate the source for reprinting.

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I'm in the rain

Composition: I am in the rain, I am in the rain.

Light rain falls to the ground. I'm going to take a taxi to school after breakfast. I didn't bring an umbrella, because it's not far from my home to Zhao Yang Station.

I walked to the door and walked forward carefully. At this moment, I saw a man walking towards the building in a hurry. He accidentally stepped on the pond and slipped. Without saying anything, I helped him up and took out a napkin to dry him. I hope not. It's raining hard, so I have to go home and get my umbrella. Then he grabbed me and said, "Don't run for an umbrella. I will send you! " "So, we went to Zhao Yang station. It's cold, but I feel warm. I looked back at him, but he was also looking at me. When two pairs of eyes met, I smiled and he smiled.

The bus came, and I got on the bus, and my mood was hard to calm down. I took out my Chinese book and planned to review my vocabulary. I accidentally saw a famous saying: share happiness with others, and you will get more happiness. I finally know the meaning of this sentence! I'm in the rain

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Red umbrella in the rain

"Hua, Hua," it began to rain. The sky was clear in Wan Li just now, and soon it will be overcast. Rain, like a downpour.

It was raining cats and dogs outside the window, but I was in a hurry in the classroom. Seeing the students leave, I am more anxious. I have no umbrella. What should I do? It's quiet in the classroom, but it's still raining outside.

At this moment, a petite and familiar figure came up to me with a red umbrella. I rubbed my eyes and saw "Ah, it's mom". I shouted: "mom, mom, I'm here!" " "At this time, I remembered that my mother had not recovered from a cold two days ago, and now ... my heart is so uncomfortable, without any shock! This makes me unable to express. ...

I took my mother's hand and walked through this waterway together. The puddle splashed like a naughty boy.

When I got home, I was dry all over, but my mother's other shoulder was soaked. "Mom, the umbrella is crooked." I whispered. And mom just casually said "no". I don't feel sore nose.

Until now, I still have a red umbrella and an umbrella holder in the rain. Mom, I want to say to you, "I love you forever!" " "