Every time I play the same umbrella with my mother, on the way home, I always find my mother's umbrella leaning towards me. In summer, the sun scorches the earth.
Every time I play the same umbrella with my mother, on the way home, I always find that my mother's umbrella is still leaning towards me. In autumn, the rain is gentle.
Every time I play the same umbrella with my mother, on the way home, I always find that my mother's umbrella is still leaning towards me. In winter, the biting cold wind, coupled with rain and snow, makes people cold and cold.
Every time I play the same umbrella with my mother, I always find the umbrella in my mother's hand leaning towards me as always. Four seasons, turn around.
Every rainy day, on my way home with my mother, the umbrella always leans towards me and never changes. In spring, my mother's thin clothes are wet; In summer, my mother's bare arms were tanned; In autumn, my mother's clothes are always stained with some yellow leaves; In winter, snowflakes always fall on mom's shoulders.
It goes without saying that an umbrella that always leans towards children is an undiminished love for children.
It was a rainy evening. I finished learning English in the Youth Palace and waited for my parents to pick me up. It's raining hard outside, beating the ground like a whip, as if to make a crack in the ground. I sat in an empty classroom, watching the heavy rain outside the window, worried. Suddenly, I found a familiar figure, that's dad! I rushed out of the classroom.
We went downstairs together and walked forward with an umbrella. This road is not easy to walk because of the heavy rain. Dad wanted to wait for a taxi to take me home, but we waited or didn't. In desperation, my father and I had to walk back with an umbrella. As my father only brought an umbrella, we made do with walking home.
At first, my shoulders were wet and I walked for a while. Suddenly, I couldn't feel the water droplets. I looked up and saw that my father's umbrella almost tilted over my head. So, I said to my father, "The umbrella is crooked!" " "He said with a smile," No! " Then he straightened his umbrella in an instant and asked me with concern, "Are you cold, son?"? "I shook my head and said it was not cold. He added, "Don't freeze! "Wrap me up in his big coat. Walking, I feel that my umbrella is leaning towards me a little bit. When I got home, I found my father's half body almost soaked. In an instant, a warm current welled up in my heart.
Dad's love is always silent and deep. He always silently gives me love and encouragement when I need help most. When I met with difficulties, he helped me analyze and gave me guidance on how to solve them.
"Not only is my mother good, but my father is also good ..." This is the song in my heart and my favorite song. I love my father!
3. Maybe you have never noticed the oblique umbrella composition, maybe you have experienced it personally, but you have forgotten it because of the passage of time.
But every time it rains, it is everywhere. It is an umbrella, it is an ordinary umbrella, it is an ordinary but inclined umbrella.
This umbrella not only brings people visual beauty, but also brings us spiritual shock. Another rainy day, I walked on the road with an umbrella, complaining that there is no selfless love in this world.
Everyone in the street is carrying an umbrella, and the upright umbrella forms a unique landscape in the street. Suddenly found an umbrella that didn't stand up. I looked forward and there was a mother and a little boy under the umbrella.
It is mother who holds an umbrella. I thought the umbrella would tilt slightly towards the little boy's mother, because I think everyone is inevitably selfish. But when I looked carefully, my heart was shocked at that moment.
The umbrella slowly continued to tilt, and the more it tilted, the more severe it became. It is not the little boy's mother who has a big umbrella on his head, but the little boy. The little boy's mother had a depressing day. Only a few minutes later, the little boy seemed to notice the inclination of the umbrella and began to snatch it from his mother.
After the little boy grabbed it, he tilted his umbrella to his mother's side, just like what his mother did just now. After the mother noticed it, she smiled with relief and soon changed into an angry expression.
So, on that rainy day, the umbrella held by the little boy and his mother always tilted. Seeing this scene, my heart suddenly surged.
I was moved. I was moved by what I thought was impossible. Yes! Parents want their children's sky to be blue.
What moved me was not only the concern of my parents, but also the naive little boy, because he learned a lot of things that adults don't understand-loving his parents. In fact, love is all around us and everywhere.
It is not necessarily those big and vigorous events, but often it emerges from that little thing. Like this sloping umbrella.
4. Write a composition on the topic of "oblique umbrella"
"Tick-tock ... tick-tock ..." The Mao Mao rain outside was beating on the ground.
The raindrops are small and crystal clear, and the sound of landing is crisp and pleasant, but it reminds me.
The memory of encouragement.
When I was very young, I liked the rain.
Whenever there is a stop sound outside the window, my mother will go to the door and pick it up.
The lavender umbrella waved to me with a gentle smile. I just run happily.
For mother, hide under the umbrella and hold her arm. Looking up, I was surprised to find the top of my head.
Our sky turned lavender-that's the color of umbrellas, purple.
It's so exciting. Look at mom, the sky that should have been lavender above her head has been broken.
Broken, half lavender, half gray sky. "Mom, the umbrella is crooked.
Yes! "I often remind my mother like this. And my mother always looks up and says hello to her face.
Color to say: "not crooked." I wondered, "What's the matter? It is obviously awkward for me. "
This way! "Mom smiled without a word.
When I got home, I found that my mother's half shoulders were soaked. "Mom, your shoulder.
Get wet, dry it quickly! ""No, an umbrella that big can cover all my body.
Stop. "Mom smiled again, but I'm getting confused. In this way, every time we come out of the rain.
Come back, my mother's body is always half dry and half wet.
I don't know when, but I'm not the one with the umbrella. It's still raining
Our world is still me and my mother walking in the rain. "Yingying, the umbrella is crooked." Put it gently in your ear.
Mother's voice came. I looked up and found that half of my shoulder was wet. I
My heart suddenly warmed up, and unconsciously, I was doing the same thing as my mother, still
However, it is this oblique umbrella. I took the handkerchief handed me by my mother, and tears swirled in my eyes.
Spin around for no reason ...
That is an inclined umbrella, that is an umbrella full of warmth.
5. An oblique umbrella composition 350 words Some people say that love is a lamp that illuminates the distance ahead in the dark; Some people say that love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold; Some people say that love is the wind in summer, the sun in winter, the rain in spring and the fruit in autumn ... but I want to say that love is an umbrella, an inclined umbrella! When I was a child, my parents were very busy at work. They sent me to my grandfather's house.
I was in the first grade at that time. One day, it was cloudy, the whole campus was shrouded in dark clouds, and a heavy rain was coming.
Sure enough, in a short time, it began to rain cats and dogs. I stood at the door of the classroom, waiting for my grandfather to pick me up.
The students were picked up by their parents one by one. It was getting dark, and I looked anxiously at the school gate.
A vague figure appeared in the rain curtain. When I looked intently, it was grandpa. After saying goodbye to the teacher, I immediately got under my grandfather's umbrella, took his arm and walked into the rainy world.
The umbrella is not big, it can only hold one person. In order not to get wet, grandpa moved his umbrella to my side. On the other side of the umbrella, half the sky was exposed, and the rain kept hitting grandpa's shoulder.
"Grandpa, the umbrella is crooked." Grandpa looked up and smiled and said, "No."
In this way, we continued to walk in the rain ... when we got home, grandpa's shoulders were soaked and the rain dripped down his cheeks. "Grandpa, your shoulders are wet. Dry them quickly. "
Grandpa said, "Never mind, it won't get in the way. As long as you don't get wet. "
In this way, every time we come back from the rain, grandpa's body is always half dry and half wet. As I grew older, my figure gradually caught up with my grandfather.
Now, it's already my turn to open an umbrella for grandpa. It was another rainy day, and grandpa came to send an umbrella again.
In the rain, I quietly inclined my umbrella to grandpa. "The umbrella is crooked!" I only heard from grandpa.
I looked up at the oblique umbrella. Unconsciously, I am doing the same thing as my grandfather. Although the rain has been falling on me, my heart is warm. In this way, in the storm, my grandfather and I walked silently ... Love is an inclined umbrella, full of warmth, and I will cherish it forever.
6. Write the composition "Tick-tock" on the topic of "oblique umbrella"
Whenever there are intermittent sounds outside the window, my mother will come to the door, hold up the lavender umbrella and wave to me with a gentle smile. I ran to my mother happily, got under the umbrella and took my mother's arm.
Looking up, I was surprised to find that the sky above me had turned to lavender-the color of an umbrella. Purple was so exciting. Look at mom, the sky that should have been lavender above her head has been broken, half lavender and half gray.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked!" I often remind my mother like this. And my mother always looked up and said kindly, "Nothing crooked."
I wondered, "What's the matter? Obviously tilted to my side! " "But my mother smiled without a word. When I got home, I found that my mother's half shoulders were soaked.
"Mom, your shoulder is wet, dry it quickly!" "No, that big umbrella covered me." Mom smiled again, but I became more and more confused.
In this way, every time we come back from the rain, my mother's body is always half dry and half wet. I don't know when, but I'm not the one with the umbrella.
It's still the rainy world, or my mother and I are walking in the rain. "Yingying, the umbrella is crooked."
Mother's voice came into my ears gently. I looked up and found that half of my shoulder was wet.
My heart suddenly warmed up, and unconsciously, I was doing the same thing as my mother, or this diagonal umbrella. After receiving the handkerchief handed by my mother, my tears inexplicably swirled in my eyes ... It was an inclined umbrella, and it was an umbrella full of warmth.
Many things have happened since I can remember.
Everything is like countless stars in the sky. In my spare time, they are played in my mind several times like movies.
I remember that there is the brightest star in the sky, and that is ... It was an afternoon and we were having a class in the classroom. Suddenly, the wind suddenly blew, the dark clouds rolled, and there were several thunders from time to time. As "Zero Zero ..." * * * sounded, we were dissolved.
Watching the students walk out of the classroom one after another, I remembered that I didn't bring my umbrella. I have no choice but to go to the school gate with my schoolbag on my back and wait for my mother to pick me up.
In a blink of an eye, some of my classmates were picked up by their parents, some went home alone with umbrellas, and some walked side by side ... At that time, I was almost the only one left on campus. It's getting dark, but I still can't see my mother.
Just as I was running around like an ant on hot bricks, a voice behind me said, "Let's go together!" " It turned out to be Ziyi, the monitor of our class. After that, we walked side by side.
Who knows that on the road, it is raining harder and harder, and an umbrella can't hold two people. I found Ziyi quietly pushing the umbrella to my side. I quietly pushed the umbrella and she quietly pushed it ... Soon, I returned home safely.
She left before she could say "thank you". In the dim light, I found Ziyi's clothes half wet. Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind, and an inclined umbrella floated in the wind and rain ... colorful umbrellas jumped in front of me, and the inclination angle was obvious, forming a beautiful scenery. It's still raining on a gloomy day, and the rain in My Sweetie is refreshing.
I like rain since I was a child, because I am very happy to see those raindrops.
Once, it was another rainy day. Grandpa is going out for a walk, so am I.
We walked farther and farther with our umbrellas, and it rained harder and harder. Suddenly, my grandfather asked me, "Did you get wet?" No. "
I answered, and grandpa suddenly came over. However, I saw that grandpa's umbrella was tilted, leaving a gray sky.
I asked my grandfather strangely, "The umbrella is inclined, so it won't get wet, right?" "No," grandpa replied. "But the umbrella is obviously leaning towards me."
I thought to myself. When he got home, grandpa wiped the rain off his shoulders with a paper towel.
I said angrily, "Grandpa, you obviously got caught in the rain. Why did you lie to me? " Grandpa smiled at me and didn't answer. After a few years, I grew up and it was my turn to give my grandfather an umbrella.
It is another rainy day. I picked up my umbrella and went for a walk with my grandfather.
After walking for a long time, I found that my umbrella was tilted towards my grandfather. I suddenly felt a shock: Isn't this the umbrella my grandfather took a few years ago? The difference is that the umbrella at that time came obliquely to my side.
"Xiao Zhang, the umbrella is crooked." Grandpa said to me.
I smiled at my grandfather and felt extremely happy. The same umbrella has different loves.
The inclined umbrella expresses the love between my grandfather and me that can't be expressed in words. Expect rain.