Thanks for the blue umbrella

The bird thanked the blue sky and let it fly freely; the small fish thanked the clear stream, let it jump and jump; the grass thanked the fertile land and made it full of energy; I thank the blue umbrella for letting me know thanksgiving.

I will never forget the blue umbrella that has experienced countless storms. I clearly remember when I was in the fourth grade. There was heavy rain once. Heaven is not a wish! I waited at the school gate for a long time without seeing the rain. I covered my head with a bag and trotting all the way. After running for a while, a middle-aged woman with a blue umbrella came in the rain, grabbed me and moved the umbrella to my head. I looked up and was a mother. Mother touched my clothes by hand, then took the bag in my hand and held the umbrella in the other hand. Because the bag is wet, my mother seems a little hard. At that time, I said something that made me very regretful. "Do you want me to help you?" Mom looked at me for a while, and her face looked sad and shook her head. I saw her mood, I regret it, the bag is mine, but I said, "Do you want me to help you?" I should say thank you. I looked up at the blue umbrella and found the umbrella snoring. My mother's hair and clothes are wet. "Mom, the umbrella is snoring." I said. "No, don't talk nonsense!" Mom answered, but the umbrella is still the same. "Mom, it’s really awkward to watch the umbrella." I reminded. "No, really no..." Mom is stubborn.

Now, I finally understand that for a long time my mother has propped up a rainless sky for me. Once upon a time, my mother taught me to face all those who are helpful to us with a grateful heart. The mother under the sun never asks for the return of the children. The greatest and unselfish love is more than maternal love. Now, I also want to give my mother a happy day, even if it is to help her mother to bowl, wash dishes, sweep the ground, these things can also allow her to have more rest time. Even a sweet "mother" can make her feel happy and happy.

Perhaps it was coincidence, it was a summer, and it was the blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, it was me and my mother. I was holding the umbrella with my mother. My eyes unconsciously landed on the handle, and the scene in front of me was mixed with the scene many years ago. My mother was covered in a blue, rainless sky, and my shoulders were wet and my hair was wet. "The umbrella is smashed." Mom reminded me. "No, no jealous!" "It's true, the umbrella is smashed." Mom repeated. "Mom, it's really nothing." Under the umbrella is a long silence.

At this point, my mood is as high as the sea. Dear mother, you have your sacred mission, you raise us, teach us the truth of doing things, I grew up under your caress! No?

Dear mother, thank you for giving me endless love, sheltering me from the wind and rain, giving me a growing wilderness filled with love and warmth, mother, I want to thank you, because you are the source of my love.

Shi Yunye, sixth grade of Jinchengjiang District, Hechi, Guangxi: Stone also has secrets