The rain is cool, but the heart is warm. The umbrella in the rain is the most beautiful flower in my heart. -inscription
Rain, falling softly and coolly, falls on my heart. I know that there will always be someone standing in front of my familiar door, waiting for me to go home. Here we are! Yes, that's my mother! She opened the flower umbrella, quickly took my luggage, took my hand and walked into the room. It was drizzling like silk, and this rain and umbrella brought my thoughts back to that rainy day a year ago.
Since I was in primary school, in my impression, my mother never came to pick me up early. Seeing other students being picked up by their parents one by one, I always feel a sense of loss. I don't think I'm that important in my mother's heart.
That year, the scene in the rain in Na Yue completely changed my view of my mother.
It was a cold winter night, and I stood alone at the school gate. The wind seems to be a sword, blowing towards me, and I can't help shrinking and staring at the door. In the rain, suddenly, a familiar figure came running towards me. "It's mom!" I shouted in my mind, but I didn't shout it out. She's getting closer! The wind messed up her long hair, my mother; Rain, wet her skirt, my mother; A pair of tired and loving eyes are looking for me and my mother ...
But the thought of waiting for a long time makes me feel dissatisfied. I looked down, my eyes were dim and my body turned away. "Le Jia, let's hurry home, don't freeze." Mother said softly. I still didn't move. My mother came and took my hand. It was cold.
I turned my head slowly and saw my mother still standing in the rain, smiling at me. The flower umbrella moved towards me with all its strength, and then she took off her coat and put it on me. At this moment, what I see are those hands that are red with cold and those eyes that are full of pity. I was shocked and began to move.
Although it's only a short walk from the school gate to the bus, I think it's a long way. "Mom, why do you always do this?" I once again aroused the dissatisfaction in my heart. My mother gently touched my head and repeatedly said, "I'm sorry, Lele, because a classmate's foot was injured and his parents didn't come to pick him up, so I sent him home ..." While explaining, she kept moving her umbrella to me, sheltering me from the wind and rain with her petite body. That little umbrella is like the most beautiful flower in the rain. My eyes are moist. Why can't I understand my mother's love for me?
"Le Jia, what are you thinking? Come into the house! " Mom's words brought me back to reality. She shook the rain on the umbrella, but I couldn't help hugging my mother.
The rain continues, and in my heart forever, the umbrella in the rain, is in full bloom!