Mom should work hard in this weather.
On the way, I will pass a wooden bridge. The bridge is very narrow, so two people can't cross it at the same time. They only have one umbrella. The daughter thought of a way and said to her mother, "mom, you carry me and I'll help you with your umbrella." Mother said, "OK, let's do it." Mother walked slowly forward step by step. When the daughter saw her mother sweating, she said to her mother, "Mom, you are really hard!" " "Mother said happily," daughter, it's good that you know how to care about your mother. "
After crossing the wooden bridge, my daughter jumped off her mother's back and took her mother's hand and walked to school.
My mother gave me an umbrella when it rained. I jumped out of the classroom and found that it was going to rain and the wind was blowing wildly. A second ago, the sky was still blue, and suddenly it seemed as if someone had drawn a black curtain and started its earth-shattering performance. But what if there is no umbrella? In the huge rain curtain, I saw a familiar figure, that is my mother! Mom saw me, too, and the anxious look on her face disappeared, and the locked brow stretched out. My mother came up to me and began to curse: "I told you to bring an umbrella in the morning, but you just didn't." It is raining now. What if I don't come to see you? " ! "I didn't say anything, just silently followed my mother.
Butter-like heavy rain took away the prosperity of the street, hawking came and went, and an endless stream of vehicles increased.
Suddenly found that my mother was drenched into a "soaked chicken." Looking at my mother's haggard cheeks for me, tears are not obedient's love flowed out. Mom, your love is so ordinary, but so great. From your pregnancy in October, to babbling, to stumbling into the campus, what small progress is not the result of your teaching? You, my dear mother, how to measure your love? ! In the afternoon, I had a meal. The sunshine after the rain, like a small spoon full of honey, poured down sweetly, like a mother's love, sweet and beautiful. ......
It's raining to help my mother collect the quilt composition. On Saturday, the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and a few white clouds are fluttering.
When I get up in the morning, it feels like another sunny day through the curtains. I can't wait to run to the window and open the curtains. The sun suddenly came in and I couldn't open my eyes. "oh! It's sunny today, I can go down and play! " Excited, I jumped up and down on the bed.
"It's a nice day today, but you can't go down to play at once. You must come with me to bask in the quilt! " I don't know when my mother appeared in my room, "ah! Do I have to dry it? Oh! My-oh, my God! " My mood suddenly sank down, "so! Let's divide the work today, and the three of us will each be in bask in the quilt.
Ok, let's get to work! "I saw my dad like superman, and before I knew it, he had picked up the quilt from the bed, and my mother was not to be outdone. Like a hardworking bee, she didn't rush to the balcony holding the quilt like her father, but folded the quilt first and then shook it on the balcony. Oh, the quilt is flat on the quilt rack.
I saw my parents were so busy that I jumped into my room and immediately picked up the quilt and ran to the balcony. But the quilt didn't listen to me and dragged on the ground. In desperation, it was a disaster to suddenly put a quilt on your head. The quilt covered my whole head, and I couldn't tell things clearly. I turned around several times like a headless fly. My foot stepped on the quilt again and I almost fell down. I was flustered. I quickly climbed out of the quilt and threw it hard. The quilt was obedient this time and hung firmly on the railing. However, at this time, I am exhausted. When the remaining two quilts were dry, I was so tired that I fell down on the bed like a soft surface and felt weak.
Now I know how tired mom and dad are! They have to work outside, go home and do housework, and sometimes help me with my homework. I should help them do more!
Look at the pictures and write a composition. When it rains, I wait for my mother at the station. I'll help mom up right away.
My mother endured the pain, and Catherine walked on with the electric car. It's raining hard.
I said angrily, "My God, why is it raining?" My mother hurt her foot! "Mom said," Baby, don't curse the sky. It was mom who was careless. The road is too slippery. I hope you are all right! ""I asked anxiously, "Mom, can you do this?" Mom, will we still wrestle? I'm so scared! Mom said, "honey, I'm glad you're okay." Yes, it's too dangerous to rain so hard! "Mom's feet really hurt, but mom can't leave you alone. I want to take you to school! Go back to breakfast quickly and don't be hungry.
"I sat in the back seat of the car again. I think if it doesn't rain today, if my father is here. When I got off the bus, I saw my mother holding the car in Catherine's hand. I watched it again and again, and my tears came out again. Well, I have a good mother and a good father. I am a happy child. I don't want to disappoint them. I want to study hard! "
My mother gave me an umbrella. It rained again today. Today's rain reminds me of one thing.
It was a cloudy afternoon when the bell rang. I stretched myself and was about to go home.
At this time, the weather was bad, thunder and lightning flashed, and 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.
"NiNi" heard a familiar and kind voice in the distance, 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'm afraid you'll wait for a long time, so I'll come home directly after work with an umbrella, but it's ok for two people to take an umbrella."
"Walking on the muddy road, in the dense raindrops, I looked at my mother and time suddenly stopped. I couldn't believe my eyes: the young mother had silver hair on her head and many tiny wrinkles appeared in her eyes ... Half of her body was wet by the rain, but she always had a smile on her face.
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 that I must study hard and repay my mother's spring-like love with sincere heart forever. ...
My mother is great. You hold up a blue sky for me with an umbrella. There are many touching stories in every rain.
On this day, I went to school, and the smiling face of sunshine was touching. There are several white clouds floating in the sky.
My mother said to me, "Zhiwei's weather forecast says it will rain today. Please take an umbrella."
"I looked at the sky, the weather is not very good, how can it rain.
So, I put my umbrella in front of the door and ran to the bus stop. When school is over, the white clouds in the sky turn into dark clouds. Soon, the wind blew hard, and then it rained like peas.
I forgot my umbrella today, and I began to worry that I couldn't go home after school.
Some students with umbrellas went home, others were picked up by their parents, and I was the only one in the classroom. When I was about to run home, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes. That was my mother.
The rain is too heavy and the umbrella is too small.
Mother said, "You come and I'll carry you. When you put the umbrella on, I'll crouch down and my mother will pick me up at once.". My mother's back is so warm! " It's still raining, and my mother is carrying me behind her back, with sweat on her head and beads of rain on her face.
I said: Mom, I'd better come down and go! Don't move, but the road is slippery when it rains, and I'm particularly worried that my mother will slip.
Unconsciously, we arrived home, and my mother and I were relieved.
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What's the name of the composition about rainy mother playing an umbrella? It's raining, I think of my mother and you, and that rainy day ... I just want to say sorry to you: "Mom, I'm sorry!" " "Sunday is the time for sketch class. You came all the way from the classroom to see me off.
But the weather was bad and suddenly it began to rain.
You are pedaling your bike with great strength. Rain as big as peas is dripping on your face, clothes and glasses. Sweat is slipping from your face. You are still riding hard.
I leaned my umbrella against you, but you said with concern, "Don't call me. You just had diarrhea yesterday. Don't catch a cold again."
"I was speechless and had to continue to play my umbrella.
When I arrived at school and saw no one around, I began to panic: Don't miss class today! My mother gave up taking a nap in class to see me off, but if I want my mother to take me home again now, isn't that fooling around? I jumped out of the car and asked the doorman.
After asking, I just felt like a bolt from the blue and almost had a heart attack.
It's terrible, there is no class today! I walked up to you and muttered, "Sorry, Mom, there is no sketch class today.
"After hearing this, you are still kind, thoughtful, and kindly pointed to my nose and said," I knew there might be no class today, but I was afraid that class would delay your study, you little idiot.
I will take you home again! I quickly said, "Mom, don't you have to go to work?" I'll walk home by myself.
"You said with a smile," you a person to go home, I can rest assured that the parents? Get on the bus! " I got on the bus as promised.
Along the way, the road was smooth and bumpy, and I somehow felt particularly guilty, especially sorry for my mother.
But my mouth is like super glue, and I can't open it. Even if you open it, your throat won't make a sound.
When I got home, I stood at the entrance of the building, watching your fading figure disappear completely in the vast rain and fog. I suddenly realized how great you are. ...
Since I was eight years old, whenever I saw the rain at school, I couldn't help thinking of my mother's kind face. I remember it was a day in my third grade. Seeing the dense drizzle outside, I was surprised and thought angrily, "What bad luck, Dad, I haven't come home from work yet, and my mother is sick at home. What can I do in this damn weather? " The more I think about it, the more annoyed I am, the more anxious I am, but I can't eat hot tofu with impatience. Looking at the increasing rain, I realized that it was useless to think. It is better to "think on the bright side". I found an old newspaper on my head and hurried home. It rained so hard that the newspaper didn't work at all. After walking for a few minutes, I have become a drowned rat. Suddenly, I heard it. My mother was covered in mud with an umbrella and fell down somewhere, limping. "I'm late, no one in the classroom. I must have missed it just now. Oh, come with an umbrella. It's all wet. My mother is really useless. If I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have let you get wet. It's all my fault! " My mother complains about herself, but I am already very excited. I didn't expect my mother to pick me up after such a heavy rain. We walked slowly home with an umbrella, and I held my mother, completely ignoring the mud on her body. I don't know when, tears have crept all over my cheeks, which is touching and even more enjoyable! When I got home, my mother urged me to take a hot bath to avoid catching a cold, but I pretended to be relaxed and happy. In the bathroom, I secretly shed tears. Mom, I will never forget your love for me! Sending an umbrella in the rain 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 the 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 opened their umbrellas. It's mom, who braved the wind and rain to send me an umbrella! "Mom," my hoarse voice called her up. At this moment, 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, holding 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. Moved tears, like broken beads, rushed down, and the muddy place seemed to become a flower that smiled at human beings every day, as if telling us that maternal love is the greatest in the world and the only one. In this stormy weather, my mother and I walked very fast, and soon we returned home safely. I was 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 may not have a happy life today. Mom, I wish you: happy every day, smooth work, and always young!
On rainy days, my mother gave me an umbrella, but I got wet. Such a motherly love composition, caring for mother. 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 ... ahem ... take an umbrella.
"I looked up at the blue sky and looked at the big sun like a fireball, thinking: How can it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.
In the last tutorial class, I saw big drops of rain hitting the window glass and making a rhythmic "tick" sound.
Oh, no! What a surprise! I can't help regretting that I didn't listen to my mother and took my umbrella with me this morning.
Only now did I realize the seriousness of the problem. Dad worked overtime at work, and mom got sick again. It is impossible to pick me up! How come? It seems that we have to go back in the rain.
Thinking about thinking, * * * class rang, and I slowly packed my bag.
I walked to the window and listened, but I couldn't help complaining about the unlucky rain.
Seeing that some of the students around us were picked up by their parents, some walked out of the classroom with umbrellas, and some students simply rushed into the rain curtain, shouting: The feeling of being caught in the rain is really cool! "So, I also get up the courage, rushed into the stormy world, crustily skin of head to taste the taste of" cool ".
"wow! What a heavy rain! " Before I rushed to the school gate, I was soaked to the skin and became a "drowned rat".
Wow! Parents stood outside the school gate, only to see them holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, standing there anxiously looking in, looking for their children among many students. That scene suddenly moved me! All right, let's go! My parents are not coming anyway.
I squeezed out the "parent wall" and continued to fly in the wind and rain, hoping that my parents would suddenly appear in front of me, even if they didn't hug their children lovingly like those parents at the school gate, at least they would wipe the rain off my face ... "Feifei!" Hey, why does this sound so familiar? Like mom's voice? Well, maybe I was so absorbed in thinking that I had hallucinations. I shook my wet hair hard and continued to struggle.
"Feifei, don't run.
"This familiar voice sounds a little weak and rings in my ear." Mom! "I can't help but let out a cry and stopped quickly. Looking back, the strong wind mixed with heavy rain seemed to engulf the weak mother due to illness. She walked towards me with difficulty step by step. "Xue Fei, get an umbrella.
"I reached out and quickly put my raincoat on my body. Looking at my mother who had already been beaten by the wind and rain, I only felt that my mother's face was getting paler and paler. Holding her cold hand, I only felt a hot" rain "flowing into my mouth, salty and sweet ... An umbrella held up for a day.
Motherly love-this umbrella gave me a happy childhood.
When it comes to "mom's concern", we have to talk about mom learning to cook.
Before I was born, my mother didn't know how to cook. After I was born, because my father often worked overtime, my mother never dared to eat for my health, so she had to bite the bullet and learn to cook.
Since then, as long as there are colleagues who can cook in books and TV programs related to cooking, my mother has never let go. I was distressed to see my mother's delicate hands cut and burned, but my mother refused to give up.
As the saying goes, many things grind. My mother can not only cook now, but also often make some nutritious food suitable for children, which attracts all the children in the neighborhood to come to my house for dinner.
But behind these, only I know best what my mother did! Mother's care is like a breeze-when I have sweat; Mother's care is a drop of tears-when I was sick, my mother waited for me anxiously; Mother's care is a folding umbrella-when I meet the wind and rain outside; Mother's care is a warm harbor ... Agree 3 13| Comment (6)
It was a dark night and there was a strong wind outside the window. I finished cleaning the classroom and began to pack my schoolbag, ready to go home.
"Click-",there was a sudden thunder in the sky, followed by a downpour. My heart was black, I threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. Just as I was approaching the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes-my father and my mother, but both of them had only an umbrella in their hands. My mother smiled and said to me, "Your father and I came directly from the office without an umbrella.
""no, it's raining too hard, and both of them will get wet. I want to give this umbrella to the poet.
"Dad said busy with an umbrella.
"Dad and I quarreled.
"I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held an umbrella in one hand and tried to hug my shoulder in the other. Three people and two umbrellas disappeared into the water mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.
In the dim light, my mind suddenly flashed one picture after another: I remember, because I was in a hurry to go to school, I forgot to bring my exercise book. After my father found out, he ran to send it to the classroom for me; I remembered that when I forgot to go home because I was playing basketball, my mother hurried to look for me everywhere. I remembered his urgent voice in the microphone when I called my father who was away on business: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, so don't forget to pull out the knife first when you fuse"; I remembered my mother's words before leaving home every time I met an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself.
"Too many past events gushed out instantly, which made me feel tears.
Parents' love is like the fragrant touch of lily, which slowly gathers and no longer drifts away.
I think maybe no one in this world will say that he doesn't love his parents, but can he say that he can fully repay his parents' love? Maybe it is far from it.
In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and I won't be tired no matter how far I walk, so I will never forget my father's eager words when he holds my draft composition: "Change it, change it again, and you can copy it."
"I won't forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me-life is too long and this moment is happiness.
Writing here, I can't help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hand and didn't dare to look at the face of God.
I think parents can enjoy this right. They have sacred things handed down from "God" to the world.
My parents' love is in my heart. My parents are like the hot sun, and I am like the grass on the land. They warm me, and I thrive on their chests. My parents are like high mountains, and I am like a small tree behind them. They sheltered me from the wind and rain, and I laughed and laughed behind them. My parents are a piece of Wang Yang at first, and I am like a light rain in the sea. They provided me with rich nutrition, and I walked down the stairs one by one.
Parents' love is sometimes like a drizzle, so gentle, delicate and affectionate.
I remember one time, it rained.
No sooner had I finished school than I saw a familiar figure in the rain and fog.
Ah, it's dad. I ran over at once.
He came to pick me up by bike. When he saw that I was only wearing a sportswear, he immediately took off his shirt and put it on me, wearing only a thin vest.
Suddenly, it was like a warm current coming into my heart.
Bicycles run in the rain.
Ruthless rain beat dad's body.
I put my little hand on my father's cold arm, closed my eyes and wished deeply: rain, please don't fall, wind, please don't scratch, don't hurt my father's heart that loves me! My parents are sometimes generous, broad and deep, allowing me to educate and care.
I remember once, I started to get an amazing score-100.
I was in high spirits at school that day.
When I get home, I can proudly send the news to my mother. I thought she was happy, but it was beyond my expectation.
I just said in a serious tone, "I don't like your arrogance." When I made some achievements, I just cocked my tail. Remember, son, there are days behind us! " Yes, I haven't forgotten her deep voice and serious teaching.
Ah! This incident reflects the sincere love of parents, including their endless care and education.
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