The composition "Warmth in the Rain" is 800 words.

This is a warm picture that is intoxicating. Although more than 20 years have passed, I still think of it from time to time, especially on such a cold rainy night, what I can feel is a different kind of harmony.

On a chilly spring afternoon, my father accompanied me home from the hospital, which is not far from home, only a few tens of kilometers away. However, in the early 1980s, when the traffic was underdeveloped, it was necessary to take an unusual boat to get home. There are still several kilometers to go from the hospital to the ship dock. At that time, there were no buses and taxis in the town. If the rich need to be in a hurry, they can take the human tricycles.

My illness is a kind of incurable disease, but my parents never admit that it is incurable. They always seek medical advice again and again after accumulating a little money. The poverty in the family is naturally known, and the extravagant idea of riding a tricycle can be described as a fantasy. So, my father walked slowly with me in the rain. ...

As the time was getting closer and closer to the ship, my father began to worry that if I missed the plane, I would not be able to go home that day, and I would have to stay at my relatives' house for another night-because staying in a hotel would cost us several dollars, and we were reluctant to spend the money. We'd rather have the cheek to spend the night at a relative's house. But we don't want to disturb our relatives easily, so my father is very anxious and helpless.

It's raining harder and harder, and a small umbrella can't cover my father and me. Wet clothes are wet and cold. I feel cold from the inside out. Seeing my face, my father really didn't have the strength to walk fast, so he put me on his back and walked a short distance. However, my weak father can't bear my weight and a big bag of luggage and medicine for a long time. Rain and sweat flowed on his face almost at the same time, so he had to let me go and walk slowly. ...

My father and I almost gave up hope on the flight of the ship that day, and simply stood by the side of the road and stopped. The rain fell like a curtain, and my father and I looked around silently. Suddenly, a car stopped and a soft female voice came from the window: "Where are you going?"

I didn't know that the woman in the car was asking us questions until I saw no one nearby. "We, we, go to the ship dock." I've never talked to anyone in the car. My father and I were very upset, and some words failed to convey our meaning. "That, take you there. You two get in the car. " The woman opened the car door and said carefully, "Be careful not to let your head touch it." After the woman closed the car door, the driver took my father and me to the ship dock.

This is the first time in my life that I took a car with my father. We dare not look around. I can only hear the songs sung by Teresa Teng, which are warm and soft. The warm wind blowing from the car will drive away the chill of my whole body. At that moment, I was a little dizzy. I don't know if this is my true feeling. So comfortable, so warm, so humble, how can we have the honor to experience it?

After arriving at the destination, my father insisted on asking the names of the driver and the woman so that they could be remembered in the future. The two well-intentioned people smiled faintly and said, "We are from Shanghai Jetta Company, and we are here to handle affairs. It doesn't matter? "

On that day, we returned to China smoothly. That scene has warmed our family for decades.