The weather in September is always somewhat unpredictable.
I remember that morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who couldn't go to work because of a high fever, staggered over and slowly raised her hand and handed me an umbrella. She said weakly, "Xue Fei, today's weather forecast says it will rain ... uh-huh ... it's better to take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky, looked at the big sun like a fireball, and thought: How is it possible? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.