It was a rainy night and my father came back from a business trip. My mother and I went to the railway station to meet my father.

At six o'clock sharp, we ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry and set off with two of the strongest rain gear.

The whistling wind mixed with raindrops the size of beans made us tremble when we went out. Finally came to the bus stop sign and sneezed several times in a row. I haven't seen a bus for a long time because of the bad weather. Seeing that it was too late to wait any longer, we decided to run with an umbrella.

My mother desperately holds an umbrella against the strong wind, and sometimes she can hardly walk. In order not to let me get wet, my mother tried to lean her umbrella towards me. I am only a little wet, but my mother is half wet. The wind was so strong that our umbrellas were always blown askew. We ran and stopped, panting and exhausted, and finally we arrived at the station on time. At this time, I found that my mother had a strong nasal voice when she spoke. "Mom, what's the matter with you?" I asked. "I ... . Cough. . . Maybe you have a cold. Don't tell your dad when you see him in the future, or he will be in a hurry. " "I see."

In our expectation, dad came out of the platform and saw us at a glance. He came to us with a few bulging bags. Dad said sadly, "I told you it was useless." There are umbrellas here, so I won't go back if I buy one? " Look, it's all wet Why did you catch a cold? ! "Mother strong cheer up, smiled and said," don't you still bring so many things? "I'm fine. I may be a little cold. I'll be fine in a minute." So, we scattered to get good things, I weighed the smallest bag, my mother took an umbrella, and my father and I took an umbrella.

It rained harder all the way, and the wind rolled the rain beads at us from different directions without mercy. Although we were soaked under the umbrella, it didn't affect our mood at all. The love in this small umbrella warms our hearts, and my mother's illness seems to be better than half.

When I got home, I changed my clothes and hung an umbrella on the balcony to dry. Before going to bed, I looked at the two umbrellas. They seem to be smiling, sweet and warm, just like two shining stars at night. Let me always remember that touching moment in my heart.

Oh, there is love in the umbrella! Love is like an umbrella!