Umbrella sixth grade composition 1 "Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? " Yes! Why is time gone forever? If I can go back in time, I can love someone again.
Time flies, I have grown up in a blink of an eye, but I have never really loved anyone. How many times have I really accepted the love from my parents? Yes, I don't know how to enjoy, I don't know how to be grateful, I don't know how to repay, I only know how to take.
Recalling the dribs and drabs of the past, I found that I owed them too much.
I still remember that day, I came home from school as usual. However, the weather was not beautiful, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. I suddenly became desperate. There are still thousands of meters away from home. Do I really have to go home like a drowned rat? Oh, forget it, take it one step at a time. I walked at a brisk pace, getting bigger and bigger and running slowly. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother said it would rain today, and I didn't care. After all, Grandpa Sun was still laughing in the sky. However, now I regret it. If I knew, I would listen to my mother. Fortunately, I laugh at others for opening umbrellas on sunny days.
I ran very fast, my shoes were soaked, and my school uniform pants were wet, which made me look particularly embarrassed. Suddenly, a car flew past me and mud splashed all over me. I immediately got angry and shouted at the car, "What's the matter? Didn't you see someone next to me? " Sure enough, the car was still moving forward and didn't hear it at all. I was so wronged that my tears fell, becoming more and more fierce, and finally I burst into tears.
I squatted on the side of the road and cried. Suddenly, I felt the raindrops disappear. I looked up in confusion. I saw a familiar face. She stood there with an umbrella. I jumped up and said to her, "You're here at last. I have been waiting for you for a long time. " She patted me on the back and said, "Nothing, I'm not coming?" Not afraid! Come on, I'll take you home. "I nodded and went home with her. But I didn't notice that she actually kept leaning her umbrella on my side.
Love, isn't it? When you are most helpless, obscurity brings you the warmth of spring breeze. She is my mother.
In my yard, there is a green umbrella, full of affection. My father once gave me an umbrella. Every time he gave me a green umbrella, he smiled when he got wet.
Once, it was raining, and my father took me home. I hid under my father's umbrella, but my father tilted the umbrella to my side a lot, and the clothes outside the umbrella were all wet. I reminded him: "Dad's umbrella is crooked." Dad said, "What's the matter?" I want to know:
"What's the matter? Obviously tilted to my side! " Looking up, I found my head was green, while my father's head was half green and half gray. The sleeve of my father's right hand is wet. Probably because my father was holding an umbrella in his left hand, I took the opportunity to walk to my father's right. But walking, not long after, I found that my father's left sleeve holding an umbrella began to get wet. Rain flows into my mouth, bitter, but my heart seems to have eaten honey, sweet and fruity.
When I got home, I found my father's shoulders soaked through. "Dad, your shoulders are wet, dry them quickly!" "Did you get wet in the rain?" Dad asked. Ah, that umbrella wrapped me up, and my father smiled happily, so my father leaned against me every time he opened an umbrella, so every time we came back from the rain, my father's body was always half dry and half wet. I don't know when it started. It was not my father who played an umbrella, but me who played an umbrella for my father. It's still the rainy world, it's still me and dad, it's still the big green umbrella, and everything is the same as before. "Zicheng, the umbrella is crooked." Dad's trembling voice came. I looked up and found that the sky above me was half green and half gray. A warm heart, unconsciously, my father and I are doing the same thing. I came home half dry and half wet. I took the towel from my father and found that my father's eyes had begun to shed tears for you, but my heart was warm.
It is an ordinary umbrella, but it is an extraordinary umbrella, because it is full of affection, and I will cherish it forever. But I love my parents more. How much care and love they gave me! Dad, I just want to say one thing: "I will never forget your concern!" " "
It's raining harder and harder outside, and I'm silent outside the window, feeling heavier and heavier.
Looking out of the window, there are handfuls of colorful umbrellas in the street: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple ... However, these glamorous umbrellas have long lost their luster in my eyes, and the colors have already become monotonous black and white.
At the moment, it is raining, and it is raining harder and harder.
From a trickle to a downpour, a sound of "rushing ..." entered my ears, louder and faster.
There are fewer and fewer people in the street, but it doesn't matter.
However, there are very few people in the classroom, not even the whole school.
I still stay in the classroom.
Usually, my mother will pick me up. She usually sends me to class on time. However, mom has something to do today and can't come.
I'm not afraid to go home by myself, but it's raining so hard, how can I go?
It didn't rain when I came. Although it was cloudy, dark clouds rolled and the wind blew wildly, I didn't care too much.
I don't think this will happen for the time being.
God doesn't want to The wind is blowing harder, the dust is flying, and the dusty sand slaps on the faces of passers-by. Soon, the last ray of sunshine was finally covered by dark clouds, and the sky became darker and darker, as if to drop ink, and the dark clouds became denser and denser. Then, thunder and lightning, heavy rain spouted down. ...
I hope, I hope, the rain will stop soon.
It seems that the rain will never stop. Bigger and happier. I don't care about my feelings at all. ...
I am getting more and more anxious.
Time goes by, the clock goes tirelessly, and the rain is still singing its symphony, with a cheerful rhythm, and does not want to stop.
My vulnerability and anxiety are all revealed at this moment.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman in a raincoat ran in with an umbrella in her hand. She approached, and I looked up feebly. It's mom!
I'm surprised and happy.
In this way, two backs, one big and one small, slowly disappeared in the rain.
This happened when I was in the second grade, when I was seven years old.
Now, I'm in the sixth grade and I'm twelve years old this year.
So far, I have kept that umbrella well-although it is broken. ...
The rain is like a curtain, the sky is like a curtain, and pedestrians on the road are in a hurry. And those handfuls of umbrellas with bright colors and different shapes wander in this gloomy and depressing rainy day, just like bright flowers in full bloom in the rain, with a little liveliness in the eye-catching, which makes people easily get rid of the bad mood just now. I leaned against the side of the bay window and looked at all kinds of umbrellas downstairs. Before I knew it, I lost my mind and my eyes flowed through magical pictures. ...
A small yellow dot caught my attention first. I looked intently and found that it was a yellow umbrella. I can't help but close my eyes and think quietly. There is a scene in front of us: in a spacious and bright classroom, the teacher is holding a thick stack of papers and reading the scores: "xx93, XXX95, XXX94". A little girl with big eyes and two pigtails is listening attentively because of nervousness. "xx 100, XX100 ..." After class, she said goodbye to the teacher happily, took a satisfactory test paper and skipped on her way home with pholiota adiposa.
Seeing off the yellow umbrella, my eyes were attracted by a big red umbrella, which was so warm and brilliant. I guess she must be a beautiful elder sister under the umbrella. Maybe she just succeeded in applying for the job, showing a confident but unobtrusive smile, filled with curiosity about tomorrow and expectation for the future.
Then, I began to look around curiously. In the vast sea of people, a slowly moving gray umbrella attracted my attention like a magnet. I can't help but see a scene in my mind: a big brother who is in the second year of high school comes home depressed. He went straight into his room, sat down at his desk, turned on the lamp, and propped up his head to do his homework. A few minutes later, his mother rushed in and shouted at him, "What the hell are you thinking? You did so badly in the exam. You see that your deskmate has good grades, good dancing, good popularity and good looks. Look at you again ... "Finally, my brother grabbed a gray umbrella and slammed the door out, rushed into the endless rain curtain and walked aimlessly.
Slowly, the rain stopped. Pholiota adiposa, full of joy, full of confidence and beauty of the red umbrella, full of regret and loss of the gray umbrella, has long since left my sight, drifting away. ...
I like umbrellas, I am curious about the endless changes in the world, and I am experiencing the colorful life under this umbrella, ups and downs, joys and sorrows.
In my mind, I always think that my father is a calm person, no matter what happens, he will never change his face. This idea remained for a long time until one day. ...
"Hey, I'm going to school!" I greeted my father who was reading a book with my schoolbag on my back.
Father raised his head, looked at me, then lowered his head and said casually, "Well, go ahead, remember to take the umbrella on the table, as if it were going to rain."
I smiled strangely and was a little dissatisfied. This answer is too casual. It will rain. It's impossible! It's sunny outside Wan Li now! Let me take an umbrella. It feels weird. Forget it, I guess it won't rain today anyway, so I won't take an umbrella.
So I walked to school with my schoolbag in my hand, and I forgot to bring my umbrella and lay alone on the table.
The sky was slowly covered with dark clouds, and then they crowded together tightly. Bean-sized raindrops dripped from the air and hit pedestrians on the road. I sat in the classroom gloomily, looking extremely heavy. God is joking with me. It's raining so hard. Listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the ground, I just feel uncomfortable. The first ten minutes are not good! I looked at the clouds in the distant sky, and there were several flashes of lightning from time to time. When I recall that there were no clouds in Wan Li before, my expression was distorted.
This is terrible, how can I go home! I began to regret why I didn't listen to my father and took an umbrella. The present situation will not be as embarrassing as it is now.
Just when I regretted it, a figure appeared at the school gate and quietly came to me.
"Well, nothing." The figure smiled kindly, as if seeing through my helplessness and hatred.
I looked up and saw-my father, with a smile in his eyes, immediately warmed my heart and made me feel at ease and safe. Father is holding a wet umbrella in his right hand, and his mouth is smiling. It turns out that dad's smile is so brilliant. ...
At that moment, I felt as if time had stopped. I feel a kind of love called "fatherly love", which makes me feel warm, warm and moved. ...
Umbrella Grade 6 Composition 6 "Hua, Hua ……" Suddenly it rained cats and dogs, just as I had just finished my English class today. I stood under the eaves, thinking: Go out early and come home late, but now it's raining, and I can't go home ... Just when I was trying to find my way home, a big sister with an umbrella came over and said to me gently, "Little sister, why don't you go home?" Don't you have an umbrella? "I ignored her, she smiled and said," what's the matter, little sister, do you think I am a bad person? Are you treating me like a bad person again? "I looked at her and thought, who will say that he is a bad person? Liar! I said, "No, my parents will pick me up later." "That will wait until what time? Come on, I'll take you home. "She dragged me away as she spoke, and I also wanted to see what tricks she could play.
On the way, she sang to me and told me jokes, which was very good. Besides, she hit my umbrella and her clothes got wet. Maybe it's because the clothes I wear are too thin, so I sneeze one after another. When she saw it, she took off her coat and put it on for me. It's too warm! Walking, I fell down again and scraped some skin on my leg. It hurts. She said nothing and carried me on her back. How comfortable her back is! After a while, she hit a brick behind me and fell down again. It never rains but it pours. But fortunately, I lay on her back and was not hurt. She quickly got up and put me on her back and walked quickly forward. Finally, she sent me back to my grandmother's house. Standing in front of the house, she put me down, said goodbye and disappeared into the heavy rain. I want to say thank you to her, but my voice seems to be blocked by something and I can't say it.
This elder sister helped me in my most difficult time. What timely help!
I'll never forget it, let alone this elder sister I've never met.
The recent weather is always changeable, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy, sometimes raining, sometimes stormy and unpredictable.
Yesterday morning, I heard the rain outside. Needless to say, I know the sky must be crying. Its tears turned into countless raindrops, breaking the original honest silence. Even if it rains, I have to bring an umbrella, so I brought a small umbrella. I thought what if some students in the class didn't bring an umbrella? I can't watch my classmates get wet. I want to "save" them, so I changed my small umbrella into a heavy one, just to get a classmate's praise. But unexpectedly, it didn't rain after school! Even if it doesn't rain, there is a red-eyed fireball-like sun hanging in the sky! Isn't that big umbrella a leucorrhea? It seems that I am romantic! The sky is really unpredictable.
In the afternoon, it didn't rain outside and the sky didn't cry. It is this unpredictable weather that puzzles me? Don't take an umbrella in the afternoon for fear of rain after school; With an umbrella, I'm afraid it won't rain, and I'm afraid I'll increase the burden on my shoulders in vain like this morning. What shall we do? After careful consideration, I decided not to take an umbrella. Even if it rains after school, my classmates will "save" me. After school, I met something unexpected: it rained heavily! Everyone in the class looked around and didn't bring an umbrella! What should I do? It's over. It's hard to think of it as a drowned rat. At this critical moment, my Chinese teacher, Mr. Zhang, came over, handed me an umbrella and kindly said to me, "My home is not far ahead, and yours is far away." This is an umbrella for you, which can keep out the rain all the way. Don't catch a cold. " After that, Mr. Zhang left in a hurry. I watched him leave. I stood there for a long time, and my thoughts still stayed in the scene just now. I felt the temperature of the umbrella for the first time. It was so warm that it touched me for a long time.
Everyone says that a good teacher's kindness can touch his students all his life. Yes, my budding growth is bathed in your sunshine and rain. Thank you for your warm umbrella. I have always remembered this matter. Time can't be taken away, and time can't be erased.
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