Don’t bring an umbrella, Mom
I like to be in the light rain
Go home slowly
I like the thin rain< /p>
Whisper to me
Don’t bring an umbrella, Mom
I like to carry it on my head
A schoolbag wrapped in a coat< /p>
Become a clever deer in the heavy rain
Run under the colorful umbrellas
Or dodge
dodge the chocolate advertisement
Mom, I know you love me
But I don’t like your little flower umbrella
The comfort that envelopes me
I am not Little Sugar Man
The raindrops will not damage me
I am like a small tree on the street
I am more brave and cheerful in the wind and rain
I don’t like it either