a thing that touched me

a thing that touched me

Time flies like a stream of water, many things have faded with the passage of time, but there is one thing that makes me vivid and impressed - that deep motherly love.

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag. My mother suddenly rushed out of the house and handed me an umbrella. He said: "The weather forecast says there is rain today, you have an umbrella!" I looked up at the sky, the sky. How can it rain when it is clear and clear? I dropped the umbrella and ran away.

When I was out of school at noon, the weather suddenly changed. In an instant, the storm suddenly fell. I stood at the school gate and watched the classmates being picked up by the parents one by one. My heart began to feel uneasy, like fifteen buckets of water - seven up and eight times, my father just went on a business trip, no three or five days back. If you don't come, my mother is still having a high fever, and I will definitely not pick me up. I was waiting alone at the school gate, and I was anxious and hungry. I saw the rain outside the window getting bigger and bigger, and no one came to pick me up. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain, it was a mother. I think: How is it possible? Isn't my mother sick? How can I pick up my time? I rubbed my eyes and fixed my eyes. It was really a mother! The squally wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother, and my mother came to me in the heavy rain.

"Child, come over, put on the raincoat." Mom took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this moment, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, my mother's hair, face and body are wet by the rain, looking at her mother's kindness. Smiling, looking at my mother's tired eyes, looking at my mother's innocent face, I couldn't help but cry again.

An umbrella propped up for a day, my mother used the umbrella of love to support me with happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it always touched me, taught me to be a good person, and study hard...

Touching is a spring breeze, moving is a poem, moving is a picture, moving is a song written by loved ones.

Sixth grade: clear blue sky, haha