In the ordinary life of study, work and life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of compositions, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. So how to write a good composition? The following are the compositions about giving umbrellas that I have collected for you. You are welcome to share them. Essay on Giving an Umbrella 1
One night, in the dead of night, the stars in the sky blinked mischievously, and the little master Xiaogang gradually fell into sleep. At this time, there was a gentle quarrel on the desk Voice. < /p>
At this time, the round eraser said: "Don't the little master rely on me to help him when he writes wrong words? "Rubber was very unconvinced.
Transparent Ruler patted his chest and said, "Didn't I draw all the beautiful patterns in the math book? "Zhizi said proudly.
My ability is great! My ability is great!
I heard their conversation from the dictionary on the side: "If the little master doesn't know how to write a lot of words, Don’t they all rely on me to help? I still have a lot of antonyms, explanations, sentences, etc. in my stomach. Stop arguing. You should work together so that the little master can study hard and make progress every day so that the teacher can praise the little master. "
After listening to Mr. Dictionary's words, the pencil, eraser, and ruler were embarrassed and put their heads down. From then on, they became the best friends. Essay on sending an umbrella 2
Only mother is good in the world , A mother’s child is like a treasure. Whenever I hear this song, I feel very excited. What kind of love in the world can surpass a mother’s love for her child? On a sunny morning, after breakfast, I was about to go to a calligraphy class. My mother repeatedly asked me to bring an umbrella, and said it would rain heavily today. I waved my hand and said, "Mom, don't curse me." It was such a nice day. The sun on the east side of the mountain was still smiling in the sky, and there were a few red clouds floating in the sky. You said it wouldn't rain even if you said that, I put on my schoolbag and ran out the door. I remember that in the summer before last, I was walking to the calligraphy class. However, something unexpected happened. It started to drizzle, and then there was strong wind and thunder, and big raindrops fell down in a hurry. I started running and finally found a shelter from the rain, but my shoes accidentally got wet in the puddles after yesterday's rain while running. The shoes were almost the same as those that had been soaked in water. I am standing here. At the door of the house, my feet seemed to be stuffed into the refrigerator. When I was waiting like an ant on a hot pot, suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of me. She was my mother. There were a few small raindrops on my hair and my pants were soaked. My mother took out a pair of dry shoes and said: Remember to bring an umbrella next time! Suddenly I felt something hot coming out of my eyes. This is me. Tears. Mom helped me put on my shoes, opened an umbrella, and we walked out of the building. Mom put her arm around me, held the umbrella in her hand and leaned towards me as hard as she could, using her warm body to help me. Sheltered from wind and rain. At this time, my heart felt warm and sweet.
When I got home, I saw that my mother’s right half was almost wet. I thought to myself: Mom, thank you. Hiding under your umbrella, I feel warm and happy. Essay on Giving an Umbrella 3
A few years ago, on a stormy evening, I was the only one left in the classroom with only two lights on. . Listening to the howling of the wind and rain, I felt so lonely, so scared, and so envious of the students who had just returned home safely under their umbrellas under the care of their parents. But I knew very well that the parents who often worked late at night and were far away from school were. They wouldn't come to pick me up casually.
As night began to fall, I gritted my teeth, held back the tears that were about to burst out, and dived into the vast rain curtain! After running a few steps, I met someone head-on. Someone bumped into me. I looked up and was stunned for a while before shouting: "Dad! Mom!" It was indeed my parents standing in front of me. My father's face was full of surprise, and my mother's hair was already wet. My face was half wet, and I didn’t know whether it was rain or tears flowing down my cheeks.
"Are you cold?" My mother held my little hand distressedly, and I shook my head happily.
Dad immediately took out the rubber shoes from his net bag and "quickly put them on!" At this moment, I realized how happy I was! You can imagine how a child feels under the protection of his parents!
Rain, rain. The wind is blowing harder; the wind is blowing harder. However, at this moment, I no longer feel lonely or afraid. The two umbrella handles protected me from the wind and rain at the same time, and the two hands injected warmth into my heart at the same time... Essay on Sending Umbrellas 4
The greatest love in the world comes from The love in a mother’s heart. A mother's heart is pure and supreme. Every mother in the world has the most devout love, hiding a sincere love.
A few years ago, on a stormy evening, the row of newly planted willows at the school gate swayed weakly in the wind and rain; even the tall and straight white poplars on the playground were howling miserably. Wait... I shrank my neck subconsciously. I was left alone in the classroom with only two lights on. Listening to the wind and whistling, I feel so lonely and scared. I really envy those students who are surrounded by their parents asking questions and go home safely under umbrellas. But I know better that students who often work late at night are far away from school. My mother will not come to pick me up casually. Night begins to fall. I gritted my teeth, held back the tears that were about to burst out, and dived into the endless rain curtain! After running a few steps, he bumped into someone head-on. I looked up and was stunned. After a while, I shouted out loud: "Mom!" The person standing in front of me was indeed my mother. My mother's hair was already half wet from the shower, and it was gently attached to her forehead. I don't know if the water flowing down my cheeks is rain or tears. "Are you cold?" My mother held my cold little hand distressedly. I shook my head happily. My mother immediately took out the rubber shoes from the net bag: "Quickly put them on!" I happily changed into the rubber shoes with my mother's help. At this moment, I realized how happy I was! You can imagine what it is like for a child to be under the protection of his mother! I deliberately asked my mother to hold my hand and we walked side by side. Although the heights are uneven, the pace of the two of us is so consistent and harmonious... The rain is falling harder; the wind is blowing harder. But now I no longer feel lonely and afraid. My mother's umbrella protected me from the wind and rain, and a warm current was injected into my heart...
Ah, mother, how much you have paid for me. I will always remember your love for me. I am grateful to you, admire you and praise you from the bottom of my heart. Mom, it is your great maternal love that makes me grow up happily, healthily and robustly. My dear mother, I love you. Essay on Giving Umbrellas 5
One day after school, it suddenly started raining heavily, and it lasted for so long that many of our students were forced to stand under the eaves of the teaching building, waiting for the rain to stop. Come down.
We stood there and looked forward to it, but God always fulfills everyone's wishes. The more anxious we were, the rain became heavier and heavier. We watched the rain getting heavier and heavier. , some students rushed out with umbrellas. I saw everyone leaving, so I ran out as well. Just watching the classmates holding umbrellas in front of me walked past, I felt a little timid. Just when I was thinking about whether to go back, a chubby classmate passed by me and handed me an umbrella, saying that she didn't need an umbrella herself, so she would just use this one for me. I feel that I am so lucky, but when I opened the umbrella, I couldn’t laugh because the umbrella was so ugly, just like the umbrellas used by grandpas and grandma. I felt that it was too ugly to open it out. Shame on you. He took the umbrella, smiled awkwardly at the classmate, and left without saying a word. I was afraid of being laughed at along the way, so I quickly lowered my head and ran back. When I was almost at the door of my house, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried towards my house. Just as I entered the door, I suddenly thought of another question. I thought of returning the umbrella to others.
When I went to school after lunch, I held my own pink umbrella and went back to school. I took the umbrella back and gave it back to the classmate. When I got to school, I hurried to the class. Seeing that no one had come yet, I put the umbrella next to her seat. I didn't say thank you to her until they came.
How admirable it is to be able to give umbrellas to unfamiliar classmates, but I dislike other people’s umbrellas because they are ugly, which is a bit embarrassing, so I don’t properly thank others for their kindness. I feel like I really deserve it.
I realized my mistake, and I am very grateful to that classmate for helping me. She infected me with her kindness. I must not make such a mistake again in the future. Composition 6 on Sending Umbrellas
After that experience, I quietly changed the word "sending help in times of snow" to "sending umbrellas in the rain" in the dictionary.
Before the physical education teacher’s “liberation” order was given, we flew straight to the basketball court like birds escaping from the cage. Thick clouds and dust covered the sky, the wind swirled, and the sky Our faces are quietly turning ugly, but we are unaware of it. On the basketball court, we are still fighting fiercely.
Suddenly, there was one or two cool things on our faces, but we didn't feel it and continued to rush on the court. Seeing that we were indifferent, the rain gathered all the "accomplices" and started pouring down. , we had to escape in panic, and the nearby canteen became our temporary shelter.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the intensity is no less than that of our rush on the court just now. Looking at the rain scene, drinking drinks, and talking about basketball, we are not very anxious at this time. The bell rings like an instructor telling us that we only have ten minutes to take shelter from the rain. We don’t know when the heavy rain will stop, but we must rush back to the classroom as soon as possible, otherwise we will be punished for being late. The campus was shrouded in heavy rain, the sand on the playground was splashed by the rain, and all the trees hung their heads silently in the rain. We also stopped talking, and sorrow climbed up our cheeks: "What should we do, there are still five minutes It’s time to go to class. If we don’t go back, we will be late. It will be difficult not to catch a cold if we go back now.” Looking at the heavy rain that fell so patiently, we wished that a group of angels holding umbrellas would appear on the other side of the playground. At this time, we suddenly discovered that several female classmates who were sheltering from the rain with us had rushed out at some point. Looking at their backs running desperately to the classroom, we couldn't help but admire: "Brave and brave! Good students are different!"
Only a few of us deep fans were left in the canteen. "If we don't go back, we will definitely meet again." We were criticized for being late, but it’s raining so hard, can we take the risk and rush like them?” The alarm clock on the wall urged us, and we looked helpless.
Suddenly, a scene in the rain surprised us: angels were really sending umbrellas. They were walking crookedly towards us, getting closer, getting closer. Ah, it's the two female classmates who rushed back just now. They each held two umbrellas in their hands. Most of their hair was wet, and it was scattered around their shoulders. Their faces were still dripping with water. They looked like they were wet. The rain has made them very tired, but the umbrellas in their hands are so strong. We were so moved that we were speechless after taking over their umbrellas.
Holding up heavy umbrellas, we rushed back to the classroom before class. The teacher had been standing in the corridor, witnessing our panic of being late, with an imperceptible smile on his face.
At the end of get out of class, we heard the teacher’s order: “The male students are to copy their homework three times, and the female students are exempted.” We hesitantly asked questions, and the female students shouted in unison: “Please give us an umbrella in the rain. !" Then there was a burst of happy laughter in the classroom.
After school in the evening, the teacher asked us all to stay. We were panicked and didn’t know what we had done. We lowered our heads and didn’t dare to look into the teacher’s eyes. The teacher asked us to raise our heads. There was a hint of spring in her face. With a sharp smile, she issued another order: "The male students are responsible for cleaning up the public area. The female students can go home after school now." The female students were flattered and couldn't believe it, and asked in confusion. , we gave them a clear answer for the teacher: "Send an umbrella in the rain!"
There is a kind of love that is quietly passed on in our class, and it spreads a beautiful scenery on campus. We are more united in this transmission. What is the name of this kind of love? Let us answer you loudly: Send umbrellas in the rain! Essay on Giving an Umbrella 7
He is just an ordinary junior high school student; he is just a student on the road of art. Although he was ordinary, his willingness to help others and his gentle concern on that rainy day made me unforgettable.
That day, in the specialty class, I was left by the teacher because my drawing was not very good. There were only three or four people in the classroom who were left behind like me. By the time I got home, it was already dark. As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, there was a sudden flash of lightning, followed by thunder like a god beating a drum, and it started pouring rain outside.
I couldn't help but feel anxious. There was no one in the classroom anymore. How could I get home in such heavy rain?
Just when I was at a loss, footsteps suddenly came from upstairs. I looked eagerly at the direction of the footsteps as if I was hoping for a savior. But when I saw the person clearly, my heart felt cold. Half done. Isn't this the "painting tyrant" from the next class? I just signed up for this painting class this semester. I only took four or five classes before I heard about this "gold medal little painter" in junior high school. He is very good at painting, but very cool. He usually doesn't like to talk and has a head. It is slightly raised and very proud.
The "little gold medal painter" put his hands in his trouser pockets and held an umbrella under his arm. He walked straight to the stairs in an arrogant manner, as if I were air. A gust of cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but sneeze. At this time, he suddenly turned around, looked at me like a monster, and asked: "Are you sick? Don't have an umbrella?" The "little gold medal painter" suddenly spoke, which startled me, and I hurriedly pecked at rice. Nodding vigorously. He shook his head at me and said without hesitation: "Come on, I'll take you home." I almost suspected that I heard wrong, because other classmates said he was very cold! Does he really want to help me? Seeing my confused look, he urged me again: "Hurry up, it's too late."
I walked with him in the rain. He was holding an umbrella in his left hand and his right hand was still in his trouser pocket. I glanced at him secretly, only to find that he had given me more than half of the umbrella, and his right half was exposed, almost getting wet! I quickly pushed his hand holding the umbrella and said, "Don't get wet." But he stubbornly moved back and said without turning his head, "Little brat, don't mess around!"
Looking at his firm expression and wet clothes, even though I was shocked, my heart felt as sweet and warm as if I had eaten honey. It was windy and rainy along the way, and the rainwater on the ground formed thousands of creeks, some of which were even muddy. But he still braved the wind and rain, holding an umbrella to cover my head. His shoes were soaked under his feet, but in order to take care of me as much as possible, he walked in the puddles with one foot deep and one shallow...
Suddenly, the rain seemed to stop. No matter how cold it is, it becomes warm, warm, and filled with gentle care. It falls to the ground with a "plop, plop" splash, splashing happiness and joy... Maybe this is the temperature of rain, The warmth of friendship!
Home. I lay on the window, staring through the fine raindrops in the direction where the "little gold medal painter" was leaving, and thinking quietly, the rain is cold and biting, but friendship makes the rain warm... Send an umbrella Composition 8
That day, you were sick and lying in bed. I asked you what was wrong, but you said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just a little cold." It was a cold there. In fact, you had a cold. I had a high fever and took sick leave to rest at home.
Dad was on a business trip and was not at home. There were only two of us, mother and daughter. I want to take on the "heavy duty" of making breakfast. I listened to the steps you taught me and finally cooked the egg rice. I think of when I was a kid and I had a high fever and you remember being overwhelmed. While comforting me, she cooked ginger soup and hot milk for me. Every meal was carefully prepared for me. When I brought the eggs in front of you, I noticed for the first time that there were tears in your eyes. It is said that when a mother gives a gift to her daughter, the daughter smiles; when a daughter gives a gift to her mother, the mother cries. Yes, it is not easy for every parent. But, in my heart, you are the greatest.
It was a weekend. There are dark clouds outside and the north wind is howling. I was watching TV at home when it suddenly started pouring rain. The rain beat mercilessly on the ground, splashing water, making the sound of painting. I raised my head and glanced at the clock, "Ah!" I exclaimed, it's already 4:50, and you will get off work in ten minutes. I put on my coat, grabbed my umbrella, and rushed into the rain. At this point it was too late to get in the car, so I just ran away! It's like I'm racing against time. I raced against time, and although I didn't arrive before you got off work, I saw your expectant eyes in the rain. When you saw me, you said distressedly: "Oh, what are you doing with such heavy rain? What should I do if I catch a cold?" I recalled that when I was a child, I was in kindergarten, and you would give me umbrellas again and again like this. I said: "Mom, let's go." You smiled happily.
When I walked towards you, I just wanted a ray of spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring.
Everything I do for you is like a small fish in the sea, but what you pay for me is like a sea! Essay on Sending Umbrellas 9
On Sunday afternoon, Xiao Ming was doing his homework at home very attentively. Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, there was lightning and thunder, and it started raining heavily. Xiao Ming immediately put on his raincoat, umbrella, and rain boots, and ran out to pick up his mother. Xiao Ming thought, my mother takes the No. 15 bus, so I can wait for her at the No. 15 bus stop.
Xiao Ming finally found the No. 15 stop sign. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The raindrops were densely intertwined, and it was like an extremely wide bead curtain hanging between the sky and the earth. Xiao Ming waited and waited, and finally a bus arrived at the stop. Xiao Ming saw a familiar figure and immediately shouted: "Mom, Mom, I'm here!" Xiao Ming's mother took the umbrella and said with a smile and heartache: "You are really my mother's Good boy!" Xiao Ming took his mother's hand and hurried home happily. Essay on Giving Umbrellas 10
It’s raining! It's raining! I didn’t bring an umbrella, what should I do? I thought about it, but still couldn't think of a way. The schoolbag is not good because it is too heavy; the books are not good either because they will get wet. Yes, let’s use the book cover. I took out the book cover and ran wildly on a road in bad weather, and my clothes were soaked. At this time, my brother held an umbrella and hurriedly ran from behind me. "Come here quickly." My brother shouted to me.
We were walking on the way home, chatting as we walked, and I asked my brother: "Mom saw it was raining and was worried, so she asked me to pick you up. You see, I didn't even put down my schoolbag. I'm here to pick you up." I said emotionally: "Thank you, brother."
My brother and I held our umbrellas and went home happily.