That blue is as clear as the sky.

When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.

"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, really not ..."

Later, when I grew up, I didn't want my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard. I used to think that I had forgotten.

Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.

"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before.

Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.

So my eyes are tied to a blue umbrella. I am the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I am the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend. ...

All this is because of the oblique blue umbrella.

That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.

Chapter 2: A blue rain umbrella, an 800-word high school composition, says that father loves mountains, but in my eyes, father's love is not as strong as others' eyes, and the father's love shining in my heart will always be that bright blue. That blue, Ming Che is like the sky; The blue is as deep as the sea.

When I was very young, whenever it rained, my father always picked me up with a blue rain umbrella. My head is blue, my body and mind are covered with blue, and my eyes are a blue sky without rain.

Then on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my father. I found that my father's sky was half gloomy and his shoulders were soaked, and I was still in a blue sky without rain.

"Dad, the umbrella is crooked." I warned you. "No, it's not crooked." Father answered softly. My eyes rested on the oblique handle of the umbrella: "Really, the umbrella is crooked." My father stubbornly said, "No, really not ..." Facing my father's love and stubbornness, I was speechless.

After many years, it was another rainy day and a blue umbrella under which my father and I gathered. As tall as my father, I held an umbrella and walked home with my father in the wind and rain. My eyes couldn't help falling on the umbrella handle, and that scene was superimposed with my childhood scene, which was very sweet in my heart. My father was shrouded in a blue sky without rain, and my shoulders were wet and my hair was wet.

"The umbrella is crooked." Father reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." The father repeated. "Dad, it's really not crooked,no." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of glittering water drops flashing on my father's cheek. The faded umbrella reproduces the blue of Ming Che as the sky before, making a red sun rise in my heart and sweeping the spring breeze.

Dad, I finally understand that you have been supporting a rainy day for me and our family all these years. Now I feel sad when I think of my past ignorance and naivety, stubbornness and ignorance. From then on, I secretly made up my mind to use my actions and my academic achievements to give you a happy sky, and to implant Meng Jiao's spirit of "how much love there is in an inch of grass, and enjoy the three rays of spring" into the bone marrow and write a grateful hymn.

The blue of father's love, Ming Che is as deep as the sky and the sea, which will always affect my feelings and make me dare not slack off for a moment.

Chapter 3: A Blue Rain Umbrella High School Composition 800 words Blue, the color of the sky, represents the transmission of warmth and affection.

When I was a child, a blue rain umbrella warmed me.

Dark clouds circled with the strong wind and slapped the closed windows. The dull physical atmosphere made the students feel depressed. The pen in the teacher's hand is writing quickly on the blackboard, getting smaller and smaller, turning into a small white dot, and no one can calm down. Just staring at the dark and foggy sky.

Dark clouds are getting denser and denser, covering the whole sky. Wow-it's raining cats and dogs, and the students can't help crying and complaining about the bad weather. Facing the dark sky, I don't think my mother will come back. She went to grandma's house. Ding-the bell rings and my thoughts fly. Walking out of the classroom with a heavy schoolbag and looking at the sky, I hesitated for a while, and suddenly a familiar figure came into view.

My mother came over with a blue rain umbrella. Looking at the unbearable fatigue on my mother's face, I was deeply moved ... walking quietly on my way home, I was surrounded by a blue rain umbrella. At this moment, the blue rain umbrella is leaning towards me. I said to my mother, "The umbrella is crooked", and my mother replied, "The umbrella is not crooked". I don't believe it. I stubbornly said "it's really crooked", but my mother firmly said "the umbrella is not crooked, express delivery, let's go, it's cold outside." Look at the blue umbrella above my head. It's as bright as the sky. In this gloomy weather, I suddenly feel not so bad. And my mother's sky is really a gray sky. Suddenly I was moved, but I didn't say anything. When I got home, my mother's shoulders were all wet. I helped my mother pour a cup of hot tea to warm me up. My mother's love warms me up.

Growing up, the blue umbrella is out of date.

When I grow up, I grow taller and taller, but that old umbrella is getting older and older. He lay quietly in the corner, motionless, without complaint, and no one found him, although he could shelter from the wind and rain. Just because he was worn out, his son was no longer found and used. Looking at it, I wondered, "When can I use it?"

When I grow up, I want to be my mother's sky and shelter her from the wind and rain.

On Sunday afternoon, a person was doing homework at home, and it was getting darker and darker. The wind rustled the branches and frogs croaked in the pond. The sky was overcast and I thought, "Mom certainly didn't bring an umbrella. It's going to rain. " I put down my pen and decided to pick up my mother. Looking at the blue umbrella, I picked it up gently. Out of the house, wow-rain is coming, this is my mother just got off work, and she ran to find her mother. By this time, I was much taller than my mother. Holding an umbrella, I quietly leaned over to my mother. My mother told me that the umbrella was crooked, and I said it wasn't crooked. My mother seriously said it was really crooked, and I'm sure it wasn't crooked, and I was speechless all the way. I looked at my mother quietly. The blue umbrella covered him, blue as the sky, and there were tears in her eyes. But the sky above me was dark and deja vu.

A blue rain umbrella-conveys the affection between mother and daughter.

A blue umbrella 800 words lamb has the kindness of kneeling on milk, crow has the meaning of feeding back, even small animals know how to be grateful to their parents, not to mention us. A heart is grateful for love, so let itself shine like a diamond.

I will never forget the blue umbrella that has experienced countless storms. I clearly remember my fourth grade. Once it rained heavily. God, no! I waited at the school gate for a long time, but the rain still didn't stop. I covered my head with a schoolbag and trotted all the way. After running for a while, a middle-aged woman with a blue umbrella came up in the rain, put her arms around me and moved her umbrella over my head. I looked up and it was my mother. Mother touched my clothes with her hand, then took my schoolbag and held an umbrella in the other hand. Because the schoolbag is wet, mother looks a little tired. At that time, I said something that I deeply regretted, "Do you want me to help you deal with it?" Mother looked at me for a while and shook her head with sadness in her brow. I saw her mood, and I regretted that the schoolbag was mine, but I said, "Do you want me to help you carry it?" I should say thank you. I looked up at the blue rain umbrella and found it was crooked. Mom's hair and clothes are wet. "Mom, the umbrella is crooked." I said. "No, don't talk nonsense!" Mother answered the phone, but the umbrella was still crooked. "Mom, the umbrella is really crooked." I warned you. "No, it's really not ..." Mom was stubborn.

Now, I finally understand that it is my mother who has propped up a rainless sky for me for so long. Once upon a time, my mother taught me to face all those who are helpful to us with a grateful heart. But mothers in the world never ask their children for anything in return. The greatest selfless love is maternal love. Now, I also want to give my mother a happy day, even if I help her wash dishes, wash vegetables and sweep the floor, I can give her more rest time. Even a sweet "mom" can make her feel happy and gratified.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, another summer, and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother. My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene in front of me was intertwined with the scene many years ago. Mother was shrouded in a blue sky without rain. My shoulders were wet and my hair was wet. "The umbrella is crooked." Mom reminded me. "No, it's not crooked!" "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked." There was a long silence under the umbrella.

At this time, my mood is as turbulent as the sea. Dear mother, you have your sacred mission. You raised us and taught us how to be human. I grew up under your care! Isn't it?

Dear mother, thank you for giving me endless love, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and giving me a loving and warm growth. Vilen, mom, I want to thank you, because you are the source of my love.

Article 5: The blue umbrella is not inclined. This is a good umbrella. White dragonflies are printed on the blue cloth. When I was a child, this umbrella enriched my whole childhood.

Sitting by the window listening to the teacher, the teacher was very happy and I was very interested, but the rain outside the window ruined my mood. The umbrella is still in the corner of the bookcase at home. The water drops on the window are scattered from the window in strings. God, you came at the right time when it rained.

Out of the threshold of the campus, endless colorful umbrellas filled my whole eyes. But there is no familiar water blue. I knew my parents were very busy at work, so I didn't expect that umbrella.

Crowded in the crowd, injured by the edge of the umbrella from time to time. Suddenly, I couldn't feel the raindrops. I looked up and saw the blue umbrella.

My mother was holding an umbrella, and I found that my mother's sky was half gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops poured into my mother's neck. "Mom, the umbrella is crooked." Mom said, "No, the umbrella is right." But I clearly saw my mother shivering under the gloomy sky. "Mom, the umbrella is really crooked. Look, your clothes are wet. " My mother lifted her clothes, straightened her umbrella, and soon put it on me. At that time, I really didn't understand why my mother said the umbrella was crooked.

Later, when I grew up, I no longer needed my mother to pick me up on rainy days. The umbrellas used have long been replaced by simple and portable ones. With the passage of time, the blue umbrella in my memory faded little by little.

This winter, I cleaned the messy wardrobe for the first time. Inadvertently, the familiar and unfamiliar blue water came into my eyes again. The iron umbrella handle is now rusted with a thick layer, but I seem to smell the smell of that year.

It is another rainy day. My mother and I walked on the wet street with a blue rain umbrella. I stood on tiptoe slightly to cover the sky on my mother's side. My mother looked at me and said, "Daughter, the umbrella is crooked." "No, Mom, the umbrella is right." "Very embarrassed, I support coming to your side." "It's really true, really." My mother hesitated and suddenly saw a drop of water running across my mother's cheek. I don't know if it's rain or tears.

In the rain, it is still the umbrella with diagonal braces. Under it, it is still the back of the wooden girl walking side by side. Changed, based on only one child. I understand the reason why the umbrella tilted a few years ago, and it also propped up a blue sky for my mother.