A 200-word essay on the story of me and my umbrella

There is a black umbrella in my closet. This seemingly ordinary umbrella contains my mother's pure and deep love for me...

I remember it was when I was in the third grade. Whenever the school bell rings, there is an indescribable joy in my heart. That day was just like any other day. After school, I happily walked to the school pavilion and waited for my mother's arrival.

Unexpectedly, Tian Tian’s face changed at every turn. The original clear sky suddenly disappeared, replaced by the ugly dark clouds, ruthless lightning and roaring thunder. Suddenly countless raindrops fell from the sky, playing their music with the strong wind.

My heart trembled suddenly: My mother must not want me anymore, I was abandoned by my mother... Then, tears flowed down. After a while, a force supported me, and I walked out of the pavilion, walked out of the school gate, and wandered alone on the street.

Just then, mother came. She opened the umbrella, walked to my side, and wiped my tears. In an instant, I seemed to know something, and I held my mother's big hand tightly with my little hand. On the way, I smiled happily and so sweetly.

I looked at my mother and learned a lot...

Parents and children do not need warm words to maintain a relationship. Only practical actions can prove it. The love between you. Although all kinds of umbrellas have been released one after another, I have always had a soft spot for this black umbrella, no matter whether it is old or broken...

Write a 200-word essay about pens and umbrellas

My name is a fountain pen. I wear a black coat. There are two red circles on the pen cap. When I open the pen cap, the pen tip is exposed. I don’t drink pure water, only ink water.

Whenever I was thirsty, the master would unscrew me, put it in the ink bottle and squeeze it hard, and I would be full.

The Lord can help me draw beautiful pictures and write beautiful words.

I have been of great help to you.

One time, my boss asked me for a composition that won first place. He was so happy that he even kissed me hard. You see how helpful I was to my boss. No, I am a good helper to the master, and he likes me.

A 200-word essay about people

My class teacher’s surname is Wu and his name is Mingzhu.

She taught us mathematics, and everyone affectionately called her "Teacher Wu".

Teacher Wu has short hair, always has a smile on his face, and looks very kind.

My class teacher, Teacher Wu, is very serious about her work.

In order to distinguish the "grade" of students every time, Teacher Wu really spends a lot of effort. As long as you do it correctly and fairly, Teacher Wu will always award us an "excellent".

Teacher Wu always works diligently and responsibly for us.

I remember one time, I was in a math class and I didn’t pay attention. The teacher asked me to do my homework, but I didn’t know how to do it. As a result, I did everything wrong. I regretted not paying attention to the lecture. At this time, Teacher Wu was by my side and patiently tutored me until I understood.

I still remember one time, my stomach hurt so much that I lay on the table and looked pale.

Teacher Wu quickly asked my classmates to help me to the school doctor's office.

Unfortunately, the school doctor on duty asked for leave, so I had to hold my stomach and return to the classroom.

Seeing this scene, Teacher Wu quickly took me to the office and poured me a glass of water, but I immediately vomited it out.

There was no other way, so Teacher Wu had to call my mother to pick me up.

While waiting for my mother, Teacher Wu patted my back and wiped my sweat. After waiting for a long time, my mother did not come. Teacher Wu said: "Forget it, there is still some time before class. , let me take you home!" He said and helped me go home.

Halfway through, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. I secretly made up my mind that in the future, I would also be a teacher. Like Teacher Wu, I should not only teach students knowledge, but also care for them with my own love. them.

Football Fan That night, the night was dark and windy, and the moon hung high in the sky. Its eyes were like stars, sparsely located in the deep blue sky.

That night, it was eerily quiet, but my house was very lively, because the fan dad was watching the game at home and having a "football party".

My father has a crew cut and a dark face, but his teeth are white.

Don’t look at him giggling “hey, hey, hey” all day long, but he is really knowledgeable and obsessed with football.

"Go in! Alas -" Look, my dad is watching the ball again.

Just now, his expression suddenly dropped from excited and nervous to expressionless and resentful - why didn't the ball go in? After a while, he cheered again.

Why? The ball went in! Suddenly his face was glowing and ecstatic again, like a little bird, as if it was about to fly.

According to my mother, my father didn’t go to bed until three o’clock. Before going to bed, he told her how to play football well and how good his favorite players were.

My mother also said that she slept until midnight and was suddenly awakened by her father's "Good shot!"

He even smells his "beloved football" while sleeping! This time it was pretty good.

During the World Cup days, in order not to be bored before watching the game, he specially cooked a pot of beef and tomato soup.

The game started, and he sat in front of the TV on time to watch.

An hour later, he suddenly smelled a smell of paste.

Could it be that the beef soup is mushy? He was thinking like this, and just as he was about to get up, he saw a player dribbling the ball into the penalty area. His father no longer cared about his beef soup, and just stared at the player on the TV with his eyes.

Wait until he finishes watching the football game and then go watch his beef soup. Ha, is that still considered a dish? ——The soup has been boiled to the bottom, and there is a layer of rice crust under the pot. The only contents in the pot are dark beef and tomatoes.

There are many stupid things he did for football: For example, he forgot to buy rice, added MSG as sugar to the sugar porridge, and forgot to clean up the mahjong table before the leader came to see him... There was nothing he could do about it. .

Football is a good medicine for dad; football is a good way to prevent dad from hitting you; football is an indispensable part of dad’s life... Naughty cousin I have a clever as a monkey My cousin is only 5 years old this year. He is very thin, but he is very smart and naughty. He loves to climb high.

On this day, Huang Zitao came to me to play basketball downstairs. His younger brother clamored to go with him. I had no choice but to take him there. When we got downstairs, he saw that he was 2 or 5 meters tall. I climbed up the horizontal bar, as smart as a monkey, and reached the top in a flash. There were many people on the basketball court. Huang Zitao and I were playing ball, and my younger brother was picking up the ball under the basketball stand.

I called my brother out and said: There are a lot of balls now. You are easily hit by the balls under the fence and you will be injured. Go home quickly.

Unexpectedly, the younger brother's face sank and he cried loudly. While crying, he climbed the protective net of the basketball court. The net was 4 meters high, and he climbed to the top in twos and twos.

Huang Zitao and I couldn’t help but worry, what if we fall? I quickly told him to come down, but he cried even louder.

He also said: Why am I not allowed to play with the ball? You can all play.

Everyone's attention was gradually attracted to him, and they all thought that he was scared and couldn't get down.

So a young man prepared to rescue him. The young man finally climbed up a little, but the two cousins ​​turned over and had already reached the protective fence on the other side, making the people next to him laugh.

Author: wenson1 2007-2-13 20:20 Reply to this statement-------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- - 2 Articles about people People didn’t go up anymore, they just looked at him and laughed.

After a while, he had enough crying and quickly got off the guardrail.

Still came to pick up the ball under the fence. As you can imagine, he was really hit by the basketball.

After he came home, he made up a bizarre story: I was playing basketball on the basketball court today and was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

Later someone called me, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" They even poured water on me to wake me up.

Mom smiled: Who poured water on you to wake you up?

My cousin said: I didn’t see anyone, only the bucket.

Mom: Then how come your clothes are dry? The cousin said: Maybe the water was poured from the side.

My mother knew he was making it up, so she teased him: Yes, he smelled so bad, it seemed like he woke up with toilet water.

When my younger brother heard that he had been woken up by pouring water from the toilet, he stopped and quickly changed his story and said: Actually, I didn’t faint, I was just joking! Look, my clever and naughty little brother.

The person who has the greatest influence on me. Growing up, I made many good friends.

But there is only one person who left the deepest impression on me. At the same time, being in contact with her also had a huge impact on me.

She, the person who helped me when I was in trouble, a person with ordinary appearance, a person with excellent studies, one... She is Long Jingwen.

Although his skin is relatively dark, his tall and thin figure makes his big watery eyes even more dazzling, his shiny black hair is neatly tied up, and his face is red...

A 300-word essay on creating an umbrella

In our lives, we use umbrellas many times. In our hearts, umbrellas are so small! On a rainy afternoon, adults held colorful umbrellas, including round and oval ones, with various patterns on them, such as anime characters, lace, and ones with words on them, etc. Wait, it looks so colorful! Suddenly there was a flash of lightning, and everyone present was shocked! The adults led the children away from hiding under the trees. All the adults quickly turned off their mobile phones to avoid being hit by lightning. This time the rain was heavier than before. People were holding colorful umbrellas. I seemed to see umbrellas. Its little hands rose up to protect us humans from the heavy rain and the sun. Without it, we would have been sunburned and black, like Africans. Without it, we would have been soaked by the heavy rain. Like a drowned rat.

Now we know that umbrellas are an indispensable tool around us! I want to say to the umbrella: thank you!

A 200-word essay on "Walking in the Rain"

Today, it rained in school. This rain was the first one this year. In the morning, the weather was very cold, and it slowly approached noon. , there was a big change. The sky suddenly changed color. It was very overcast, as if it was a light yellow. I have seen it rain many times, but I have never seen it. After such a gloomy weather, after I went to the toilet, it started to rain a little bit. It should be bright at noon, but when I arrived at the dormitory, it was dark, just like at night.

We discussed it in the dormitory for a long time, and most of what we said was very interesting. Later, after leaving the dormitory, it started to rain a little heavier than the morning. Slowly, slowly, after eating in the evening Rice, then there will be a bigger change. The rain is pouring down, making my shirt wet. Today’s rain changes again and again. It’s really interesting, just like people grow up day by day, drop by drop. The small raindrops fell to the ground and immediately turned into mushrooms. I will definitely remember the first rainy weather of this year. I found that the first time it rained, it was not like the rains in previous years. Different, I really like the rain today.

A 200-word essay on sending an umbrella to the teacher.

Time flies by, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye. Some of the memories like raindrops have been forgotten because of the passage of time, and some have left an indelible impression in my heart because of the emotion... Let me "hold" the rain of these memories and tell you slowly.

It was one afternoon when I was still a click away. Father Sun hid in the dark clouds like hide and seek, covering his red face. " "Tick-tock" "tick-tock..." The light rain gradually became heavier, and finally turned into a thunderstorm.

I sat in my seat and waited anxiously for my mother, but after a long time, my mother still did not show up.

I was wearing short-sleeves and cropped trousers, sitting in my seat shivering. The cold wind and rainwater penetrated into my sleeves. I crossed my arms to try to keep myself warmer, but the cold wind still kept me warm. It kept coming, and I couldn't help but sneeze, my teeth trembling slightly. Looking at the empty classroom, I felt weak and helpless.

My heart gradually became colder, as if I was in a frozen world.

At this time, a pair of warm hands were placed on my shoulders, and I jumped unexpectedly. What caught my eye was the worried expression of the teacher who was on the way home. The teacher saw the clothes and pants I was wearing, and I was shivering, so I immediately took off my denim coat and put it on my body, but I was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

I asked the teacher: "Aren't you cold like this?" The teacher waved his hand, "No, no, my body is better than yours, and I just finished sending off the road team and I'm not cold yet.

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"I looked at her slightly trembling body and was about to tell him that my mother is coming soon and it's okay. But before the words came out, the teacher seemed to have guessed my thoughts and said to me: "Let's go to the playground and wait for your mother. When she comes, I will take you to the car.

"The teacher's care is like a fire, slowly melting the ice in my heart.

I put my schoolbag on my back and walked to the playground with the teacher.

The teacher opened the umbrella, put one hand on my shoulder, and held the umbrella with the other. The teacher moved the umbrella towards me as he walked, and half of his clothes were soaked, like a drowned rat.

I waited for my mother quietly under the umbrella.

Mom is finally here! The teacher tilted the umbrella towards me again and walked towards my mother's car. I was not wet at all, but the teacher was half wet and his clothes clung to me tightly.

I put my coat on her body, feeling thousands of indescribable emotions in my heart.

Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; you are like a spring silkworm, dedicating yourself and decorating others; you are like chalk, sacrificing yourself and enriching others; you are like a gardener , worked tirelessly to cultivate the little flowers.