a touching thing

There have been many, many things in my life. Among them are happy, troublesome, touching... In so many things, one thing makes me unforgettable.

That happened in the first few months of the day. It was a Wednesday morning. My mother looked at the weather forecast in the newspaper yesterday and said to me, "Hey, there is rain today. You should bring an umbrella or a raincoat when you go to school." After breakfast, I hurriedly carried my schoolbag to school. Forgot to bring rain gear. In the second class in the afternoon, the clouds were densely covered, and the wind whistled, and there was heavy downpour. I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring my rain gear. I thought: If I don’t stop the rain, how can I go home?

The bell ringing after school rang, the ringing sounds mixed with the sound of the rain outside, and it stirred my mood like a mess. I don’t know how to go home? I stood under the eaves in front of the school with my bag, and the rain swayed on my face and body with the wind, and the whole body was shaking. My mother came when my six gods were utterly depressed and helpless. My mother hurriedly ran to the side of the umbrella with my umbrella, and quickly wiped the rain on my head and body. I put my schoolbag on her left arm, and the right arm still held an umbrella for me. Very distressed tone said: "Hey, are you cold? Put on the coat that I brought to you, let's go home by car."

I put on my coat, and under the umbrella that my mother held up, I didn't get drenched, and it was warmer. After my mother had been busy with me for a while, I suddenly looked up and looked at my mother. Only then did I find that my mother’s body had been thoroughly penetrated by the rain. The umbrella held by my hand was completely above my body, and most of her body was still in the rain. Dripping.

There was no rain on my face, but the tears burst out like spring water, blurring my eyes. With a grateful feeling, I snuggled up to my mother, took my mother's warm hand and walked to the station together.

First grade: Intimate