An umbrella composition 1 The rain kept falling, falling on the ground, falling on the eaves ... An ancient bell rang and a group of students rushed out of the school. Most of the students were picked up by their parents, leaving only a little boy standing alone at the door.
He held his hands tightly, and his neck shrank like a monkey. The wind gently rolled up a piece of white fog and went straight into the little boy's trouser leg. He trembled with a painful expression on his face. At this moment, the little boy looked straight at his classmates. They all passed by the little boy under the escort of their parents, wearing their wide umbrellas and coats.
He sipped his purple lips and looked down at his shoes-a pair of dirty and torn shoes. "alas!" She sighed lightly and thought: Mom and Dad are both working in other places, and they usually take care of themselves. If my mother were here, like today, she would definitely let me take an umbrella. "alas!" The little boy's eyes suddenly got wet, and the sad tears were spinning.
"Bang-"A terrible voice exploded in the sky and spread instantly. "Hua-"The rain suddenly became heavy, and needles of rain were mixed with wisps of fog, forming a silver painting. The little boy was still standing at the school gate, but he trembled more and shrank more tightly, approaching a curled snake. The tears in his eyes seemed to solidify. Suddenly, he felt extremely warm around him. Has the rain stopped? The little boy wants to know.
He then turned around behind him, only to see an adult in a straight suit holding an umbrella and smiling generously at the little boy. The little boy's heart is as warm and comfortable as an iron. The young man smiled and said, "Little brother, are you all right? You won't catch a cold, will you? " "No ... nothing." The little boy choked up. For some reason, he kept his head down. The young man patted the little boy on the shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll take you home." The little boy raised his head. "hmm." They walked on. On the way, the little boy was covered by a wide umbrella, and he felt very warm. The young man with an umbrella was wet by the cold rain, but he still smiled. As if there were a fire in my heart. "Uncle, please stand in." "Nothing." ……
In the rain, under the umbrella, it is a sunny day, full of warm love. ...
Every time I see an umbrella, I think of my deskmate and feel guilty.
One morning, it was clear in Wan Li, Wan Li. When I excitedly picked up my schoolbag and wanted to go to school, my mother quickly grabbed me and said, "Today's weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms in the afternoon. Take an umbrella! " I don't believe it. How can it rain in such fine weather? Mom ran away when she wasn't looking.
When school was over in the afternoon, the sky was suddenly overcast, with lightning and thunder, and suddenly it began to rain cats and dogs, and it was raining harder and harder, and it couldn't stop. Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, I regretted thinking: If I had known it would rain, I should have listened to my mother and brought an umbrella. How should I go home now? If I rush out, I will definitely become a drowned rat. The more I think about it, the more annoyed I am. I don't know what to do. Suddenly my eyes lit up and I found an umbrella lying quietly under my deskmate's chair. Seeing it lying there leisurely, my mood suddenly became clear. What makes me even more ecstatic is that my deskmate is a careless and notorious "careless" in my class. If I "lead the way" and "borrow" my umbrella unnoticed, of course he won't find out. So when he went out to hand in his homework, I picked up his umbrella and left quietly.
It was stormy all the way, and this umbrella provided me with shelter from the wind and rain. Can be said to be of great use, let me return home safely. I am psychologically grateful to my deskmate for giving me timely help!
The next morning, it was sunny, and I walked into the classroom happily, only to find that my deskmate had arrived. When he saw me coming, he greeted me and smiled at me, but I found his smile unnatural. I wonder if he found out that I took his umbrella ... When I approached, he looked pale and haggard and kept coughing ... I asked curiously, "What's the matter with you?" "Nothing, I didn't bring my umbrella yesterday, and I got wet ..." When I heard this, my heart felt as guilty as a needle, and I thought: How selfish I am! I did this to him. I wanted to admit my mistake and tell him everything, but I didn't have the courage to say it, and I swallowed it on my lips.
Alas, I spent this long day in contradiction and guilt.
Nowadays, whenever I see an umbrella, I feel very guilty and can't calm down for a long time. ...
An umbrella composition 3 "Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again;" Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has 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.
An umbrella writes four essays a day, which is boring after class. I looked blankly at the darkening sky. Suddenly there was a loud noise, and I woke up suddenly. I saw that the calm sky suddenly turned into a huge water curtain, and a drop of water slapped on the ground, making a pattering sound. I suddenly collapsed on the desk. I didn't bring my umbrella today! Thinking that my mother advised me to take an umbrella this morning, I was reluctant to take it because of the trouble. Now that I think about it, I can't help regretting it.
Gradually, the classroom after school is getting more and more empty, only a few people are left, and I can hear my quiet breathing. My eyes gradually filled with a thin layer of fog. What should I do? What should I do? I wonder how long this heavy rain will last. My hands are shaking and I don't know what to do. It's already off work now, and the teacher has left. I covered my face with my hand to prevent tears from overflowing.
"Classmate, what's the matter?" I was surprised when a female voice suddenly sounded. I quickly wiped my tears with three handfuls and two handfuls. The face is full of embarrassment. "I have no umbrella."
I looked up and saw a girl standing in front of me smiling with an umbrella in her hand. "I'll lend it to you!" "
I quickly waved my hand: "No, no!" "It doesn't matter! My mother is a school teacher, so I can go back with her. " The girl said, and put the umbrella into my hand. Turn around, smile at me and walk away. "But ..." I tried to keep her, but in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
I looked around and wanted to find her again. I feel grateful. Who says there are not many good people in the world? I stroked my umbrella and immediately saw the smiling girl. My heart was warm.
In retrospect, it has been two years, and I still have her umbrella. Like a stove, whenever it rains, I always take this umbrella with me. I won't be cold or afraid, there will be a warm current spreading from my palm to my heart.
An umbrella composition 5 Because of this umbrella, my father and I were saved from the cliff. As long as I can remember, my thoughts have been extremely serious. He keeps a straight face all day, so I always thought dad wouldn't laugh.
I remember one rainy day, I sat in the school classroom and looked out of the window. The gloomy weather, coupled with the downpour, bursts of lightning and thunder, and the lightning trace is obvious. It was really scary. Scary.
After school, I slowly put the book into my schoolbag, walked out of the classroom door, walked to the railing, and gradually reached out to feel the pain of heavy rain. Suddenly I saw a vague and familiar figure. I hurried downstairs and looked at my father, who still kept a straight face I gradually walked in the direction of my father, because my father was as inaccessible as a tiger in my impression. But this time I really changed my view of my father's severity and indifference.
We didn't talk to anyone along the way. My father doesn't care about my academic performance and the state of class, and I don't care about my father's efforts and hardships at work, but my father has been holding me tightly. At that moment, I seemed to see those obvious white hairs on my father's head. At this time, I really felt my father's efforts and great hardships for this family and for me.
When I got home, my father immediately pushed me to the bathroom and let me take a hot bath. When I came out, I saw my father's wet clothes, but he didn't say anything but sneezed from time to time. At this time, I said to my father, "Dad, take a hot bath and be careful of catching a cold!" " "The father replied and left.
Because this umbrella made me realize the warm father behind his stern and indifferent mask. Because this umbrella made me really understand what my father did to our family. Because this umbrella makes my father and I become friends who talk about everything, because this umbrella pulls my relationship with my father back from the cliff to the tree-lined.
An umbrella composition 6 This morning, I quarreled with my grandfather again. The reason for the quarrel was that I didn't want to take an umbrella, but my grandfather insisted on taking it. I rushed out of the house in a rage and went straight to school.
At the beginning of the class, I didn't listen much. I've been wondering why grandpa insisted that I take an umbrella. Is it raining today? But I soon forgot. Time flies. It's afternoon after school. There was a loud noise, and the white clouds and dark clouds in the sky played hide and seek. Suddenly, the white clouds disappeared and the dark clouds occupied the whole sky. "wow! It's going to rain heavily, "I thought to myself, touching the bag with the umbrella in my schoolbag." No umbrella!
I suddenly remembered grandpa's quarrel in the morning, and I understood why grandpa asked me to take an umbrella. It turns out that the rainy season has indeed arrived. I regret not taking an umbrella as grandpa told me. "How do I get home?" I thought to myself. I was caught in the rain at the school gate. Just when I was at a loss, Feng's mother handed me her umbrella, and I was very grateful. Only heard her say, "Yuanyuan, didn't your grandfather come to pick you up?" "I didn't bring my watch today, so I can't make a phone call!" I said. Although I said so, what I thought in my heart was: I quarreled with him this morning, how dare I call him! I continued: "Aunt, my grandfather didn't come to pick me up. Why do you want to help me? " ? ""You see, grandpa loves you, and he will definitely ... "I'm listening, only to see grandpa holding an umbrella and waiting for me in a hurry. Looking closely, I found that although Grandpa was holding an umbrella, half of his body was almost soaked. " Aunt, thank you! "I ran to my grandfather's arms and cried and said," Grandpa, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you this morning and made you suffer! " "
A small umbrella fully embodies my stubbornness and grandpa's care and love for me. How many umbrellas are there on my growing road?
In my cupboard, there is a red umbrella. Every time I see it, I think of the scene in the rain.
It was a rainy day, and my classmates and I were crazy in the school corridor. We sprained our ankle by accident. I sat on the ground in pain, tears streaming down my face. The teacher quickly called my mother and asked her to pick me up. Just then, there was a bang and it rained cats and dogs in an instant. Looking at the rain curtain outside, I can't help worrying. How long will it take for my mother to come in such a heavy rain?
"Can't you behave yourself!" A familiar voice came, and mother came. I felt very sad when I saw my mother. She was soaked to the skin, as if she had been washed from head to toe by a torrent. My mother was worried about me and braved the heavy rain in running all the way. My mother grabbed my ear and scolded me, feeling distressed and angry, but her heart was warm.
My mother walked to the hospital with an umbrella behind my back. I am not short, lying on my mother, as if a mountain were pressing on her thin body. Mother held an umbrella backwards to keep me from getting wet. But the oncoming wind and rain slapped my mother's face crazily.
I said to my mother, "Mom, the umbrella is crooked."
Mom said, "Nothing crooked!"
"Mom, the umbrella is really crooked."
"Not crooked! Really not embarrassed. "
The bright red umbrella seems to be a bright sky propped up by my mother. I can't say how sad and sad I am, and I regret my ignorance.
When I got to the hospital, I was dry all over, but my mother was shivering with cold. She went out with an umbrella in one breath. After coming back, she took out a box of steaming fried rice from her arms. It turned out that my mother was afraid that I was hungry and my meal was cold, so she ran all the way back and held the lunch box in her arms to keep warm. I asked my mother to eat with me. She said she was not hungry and kept telling me to eat quickly and eat more. I couldn't bear it any longer, and tears poured in.
On the way home, my mother still carried me behind my back. It's my turn to give my mother an umbrella this time. I put my umbrella in front to keep the rain from falling on my mother.
My mother said to me, "Son, the umbrella is crooked."
I said, "Nothing crooked!"
"Son, the umbrella is really crooked."
"Not crooked! Really not embarrassed. "
The bright red umbrella is the bright sky that I hold up for my mother. I will use my life to shelter my mother from the wind and rain.
As time goes on, the umbrella gradually fades. But in my heart, I will always keep that bright red, which is my mother's selfless love for me.
An umbrella composition 8 We experienced storms in the process of growing up. I have forgotten some things, but I remember one thing clearly, as if it happened yesterday.
I remember that day, Xiao Fang and I went out to play. When the sun went down, we realized that it was getting late and were ready to go home. Who knew it was raining in Mao Mao at this time? I said to Xiao Fang, "It's raining. Let's go. " "There is a bus stop ahead. Let's go there for shelter from the rain. There may be a car to get us back to that platform. " Xiaofang said.
We ran to the platform and saw that there was really a car to let us go back. We waited for the bus to shelter from the rain. It is raining harder and harder. Xiao Fang said, "If it rains harder, the roof will not stop. Come on. " "Well, it's raining so slowly now, of course. It's raining, everyone is at home, who can help us? " I said gloomily. "Wait a minute, maybe the car will come soon."
It's raining hard, and it's windy at this time. The roof couldn't stop any longer, and the rain poured in and soaked us to the skin. "The rain is still so big, the car hasn't come yet. We are going to die. " "Don't give up, maybe the bus will come soon or the rain will stop." This is actually comforting myself. The rain hasn't stopped and the bus hasn't come yet.
When we were almost desperate, a strange aunt came up to us and asked us, "Why don't you take an umbrella in such a heavy rain?" "We forgot to bring it. There is a bus to take us back to this station. We are waiting for the bus here. " "Oh, I see. I will give you this umbrella. " "No, no" "Nothing, my home is not far ahead. I don't know how long it will take for your car to come Take it. " Then he put the umbrella in our hands and left. At this time, a warm current welled up in my heart.
A free help is a flower, a caring greeting is a flower, a kind gesture is a flower, and a trusting smile is a flower. ......
Looking at the umbrella hanging on the balcony, watching the downpour, and looking at my haggard mother, my tears flowed involuntarily. ...
In the morning, the sun rises slowly from the east, covering half of the face. At first glance, it must be a fine day today. I packed my things and was about to go to school when I heard the weather forecast that there would be a thunderstorm today. My mother asked me to bring a raincoat, but I didn't agree: "Look at this sunny day, I don't believe it will rain!" " "Say that finish happily to go out. The road was bathed in the early morning sunshine, and from time to time Doby wildflowers, not to mention how happy it was.
But as soon as I got to school, it began to rain cats and dogs. "This weather is more changeable than a child's face!" I muttered to myself. My morning happiness was ruined by the sudden heavy rain. I really regret not listening to my mother, but there is no regret medicine in the world.
After school, I watched the raindrops downstairs and thought: Dad will definitely not come to Hong Kong to pick me up for work, and my mother may have fallen asleep with a slight cold ... I shed tears when I thought of this.
Suddenly, in tears, I found someone coming towards me. I wiped away my tears and looked at it carefully. That's my mother, pale and with purple lips. The rain and sweat on her forehead are connected, so I can't tell whether it is rain or sweat. My mother came up to me and handed me an umbrella. "Go home!" "Mom said softly. Looking at my mother's tired body, I really want to slap myself: why should I be self-righteous and not listen to my mother? I reached out and took the umbrella in my mother's hand, opened it hard and walked slowly behind my mother. I looked at my mother's back, and the rain penetrated into her clothes unscrupulously, and her clothes were soaked. Mother in the rain looks very pale and old. At that time, I used to feel that the way home was very close, but it actually made me feel very far.
When I got home, I put my wet umbrella on the balcony. My mother caught a cold and got wet again. As soon as she got home and took a shower, she fell asleep in bed. After a while, I touched my mother's head. It's too hot! My mother has a fever. Looking at her panting mother lying in bed, she felt worse than her sick mother. Tears blurred my eyes again.
Now I am in grade five, and the wet appearance of that umbrella has been lingering in my mind, because it hides my mother's endless love for me.