What did Lop Nur think of?

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade away with the passing of days. But there is something that makes me vivid and moved-that deep maternal love.

The weather in September is always somewhat unpredictable.

I remember that morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who couldn't go to work because of a high fever, staggered over and slowly raised her hand and handed me an umbrella. She said weakly, "Xue Fei, today's weather forecast says it will rain ... uh-huh ... it's better to take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky, looked at the big sun like a fireball, and thought: How is it possible? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.