Moved under the umbrella

The sky was dark and the heavy rain poured down from the sky. The stunned thunder hit my eardrum like a thick drum. On this day that is so dull and incapable of breathing, you have let me feel the bright sunshine and gave me great touch.

It was another day of heavy rain, and I was unlucky without an umbrella. Just as I was discouraged when I left the classmates one by one, you appeared. "Dan Dan, you didn't bring an umbrella! Let's go with me!" You said. At this point, I suddenly found that your voice is as clear as a stream, and your smile is as warm as the sun. "But... we are different!" "It doesn't matter, do you want to rush out and be drenched into soup?" In the end, I promised, because your good kindness does not allow me to refuse.

We went out of the school gate, and the raindrops continued to fall on the umbrella that blocked us both, and made a sound of "squeaky". I know that if you don't have you, I don't know what to be drenched. kind. Time is a strange thing, sometimes very slow, sometimes very fast. After a while, we went to the flyover, and my heart suddenly burst into a deep sadness. After all, you gave me warmth on this day. I looked at the heavy rain outside the umbrella and took a deep breath to prepare for the rush. I just took a step, but you took me. "Dan Dan, why are you rushing out?" you asked doubtfully. "The two of us are different. I have to go another way." "I am going to send you home when the rain is so big! You will catch a cold when you go home in the rain!" "But my family is far away from your home!" My words, eyes drooping, thinking for a while, "I will give you an umbrella! Anyway, my family will arrive soon!" Just put the umbrella handle in my hand when you finished, wait for me to react to you already Rushed out. I reached out and tried to hold your figure, but there were only a few drops of raindrops falling from the sky.

I watched you wandering in the heavy rain, but I felt like you were leaving like an elegant butterfly. My eyes are moist, I don't know if it is tears or raindrops, but I am moved invisibly.

The fifth grade of the second class of Gaoqi Guoxiao, Huli District, Xiamen, Fujian Province: Li Dandan