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At night, I don't know why, but I feel a little bored, so I turn on the TV and watch it boring.

"Have you finished your homework? Watch TV every day! " Oh, my God, here we go again. "Look at your paper, you will get some points. How dare you watch TV? You are in the sixth grade, I always say so ... "I let out a cry and slammed the door, leaving my unconscious mother alone in the living room, locked herself in the cabin and fell asleep. If I were a mother, I wouldn't be such a nagging mother!

Suddenly, I was a little surprised. Hey! Why am I old, wearing high heels, a flowered skirt and an apron? How did mom become as young as me and jump? Oh! It seems that my mother and I have switched places. In this case, I must let her know how to be a "non-nagging mother".

I was cooking in the kitchen when she whooshed in, picked up a piece of ham and put it in her mouth. I was about to say "hand washing is really unsanitary", but I remembered that I said I would be a "mother who doesn't nag."

I'm really tired after a busy day. After dinner, I just sat on the sofa and wanted to have a rest. I saw her put down her work and shut herself in a small room without saying a word. "How so lazy! So big, you shouldn't help me wash the dishes! " I thought so in my heart, but I had to stand up and drag my tired body to wash the dishes.

I put on my apron and turned on the washing machine. I was just about to wash clothes. Without saying a word, she took out a lot of clothes from the hut: "help me wash them." I'm going out for a while, goodbye! " I can only lose my temper at the empty room.

At ten o'clock in the evening, she hasn't come back yet. I was so anxious that I called one phone after another, but I couldn't find her anywhere. "It's so late, where did she go? Will something happen? Please don't have an accident! Why don't you come back? " Finally, she came back. "Where have you been? What if you don't tell your family when you come back so late? You are not young, why do you always make people worry ... "I couldn't help it and yelled at her. "I'm not good?" She slammed the door and shut herself in the cabin. "bang!"

With a door ringing, I woke up and returned to reality. Mother pushed the door and came in. "Why don't you sleep so late? Still playing with your temper? If I say anything to you, you won't stand it. Aren't you satisfied? You are in the sixth grade. Go on like this every day, okay I said you didn't do it for your own good ... "I didn't speak, just looked at my mother and smiled. I finally understand my mother's nagging, my ignorance, and the deep maternal love behind nagging. "Thank you, Mom!" "?" Mom looked blank.

With my mother's love, I slept soundly.

My teacher

Although He Laoshi is only in his thirties, he has a lot of white hair on his head and wrinkles on his face. But he is always smiling and radiant.

He Laoshi is our head teacher and Chinese teacher. His lecture is very humorous. He often makes us laugh in class. In this laughter, students learn knowledge quickly and well. Once, the teacher asked us to divide the text into levels. It's an article about scenery, and the length is too long, so the students can't distinguish it at once, and they all frowned. The teacher didn't ask us to answer at once, but asked us to recall our travel experiences. The students' faces turned from cloudy to sunny, and then the teacher guided them to analyze the scenic spots, routes and artistic conception of this article and asked them to draw a schematic diagram. Chinese has become an art class. A few of them were so lifelike that they shook their heads. Finally, write down our travel experience. Ah, that scene is very touching! Suddenly, the classroom was quiet and all the students left. "Sand, sand, sand", thousands of races, just like the ancient battlefield in the distant desert, Ma Benteng! My heart is not in the classroom, and I have returned to "Happy Valley". Unconsciously wrote more than 800 words. Just finished writing, the teacher took it. He read it in class and won applause from his classmates. After class, many students outside the school gathered around and shouted "Yes" outside the window, which caused a sensation throughout the campus.

In order to let us learn more knowledge after class, He Laoshi often buys books for us, carefully designs thinking questions and guides us to read quickly. In daily life, He Laoshi is like our nanny. Once, when I was doing exercises, He Laoshi found me uncomfortable in time and immediately asked my classmates to help me to the school doctor's office. When I heard the teacher kindly ask, "Are you better?" I am very touched. Some time ago, several male students in the class made the teacher angry every day. Later, for several weeks, I saw He Laoshi, who never played badminton, playing badminton with those classmates after school, talking and laughing. Soon, they became good students in the class. Once, I was sick and didn't go to school. My teacher is very concerned about me. She always asks her classmates to visit me at home and give me lectures in person when she is free. During my illness, my grades did not decline, but rose. The teacher didn't take the credit for himself, but praised me in class for persisting in studying despite my illness. I couldn't help crying and said loudly, "No! Teacher, this is the result of your hard education! "

The teacher smiled and the wrinkles on his face deepened! I think this is all the result of the teacher's efforts for us.

"Teacher parents also". Speaking of teachers, the image of aloof and unsmiling on the podium always gives students a sense of fear. But today I want to talk about Mr. Ou, but he doesn't have the image of "being tall" at all, and even does the opposite.

As the highest commander of this class, Mr. Ou should be domineering and not angry. But he just makes friends with our classmates, joking and having fun. He is a real king of children, and at the same time he is funny and kind. Every morning, as soon as we step into the campus, we can always see a "stand out from the crowd" figure running around in the pursuit of male students in our class, sometimes laughing and sometimes screaming, attracting attention. I won't say who he is, but you should all know that it's Mr. Ou, a football player who has a great reaction among the male students in our class. At this time, the female students in our class can't help but become spectators and cheer for this rare campus scene. And our teacher Ou will get more and more carried away, waving and cheering to us from time to time and becoming a football star on the court. This was nothing at first, but later he went further and asked us girls to run five laps every morning, which is also commendable: health is the capital of revolution and health is the greatest wealth in life. This move naturally made us vulnerable "big ladies" suffer a lot. After waves of protests, our teacher Ou finally agreed that he would take the lead in running five more laps. It was miserable to see our head teacher in front of us, and a kind of happiness that asked for it made this "running away" incident come to an end. Strangely, since then, I, the class cadre who is responsible for registering sick leave, has become a false job of "selling dog meat"

Mr. O has another "strange". Every noon, he is always busy in the classroom. Don't think he is making up lessons for us. He has never worked so hard. He plays chess, Go and military chess in the classroom ... He often says: Life is like chess, you should always have an enterprising heart, think hard, and don't be happy for things or sad for yourself. Worst of all, he boasted that he was invincible in his class. As soon as this statement came out, it caused great public outrage, and the whole class was United and went into battle together. At that time, there was an upsurge of playing chess in the class, and even our female classmates were unwilling to lag behind, proud of defeating the teacher. As time goes by, Mr. Ou has been defeated more and more times, and our sense of success is increasing day by day. We don't know how happy we are every time we listen to the teacher's awesome feelings. Strangely, as soon as Mr. Ou's challenge was put down, the male students who usually like to chase after each other quieted down, and even the king who usually violates discipline made up his mind to show his skill on the chessboard and stop making waves. We quiet little girls are also happy to compete with male students.

What is even weirder is the homework assigned by Mr. Ou. Homework in other classes is always copied. Look at the back. Our teacher's homework is always so clever. He will ask you to compose a handwritten newspaper freely every week and prepare a debate or story meeting once a week. You will also be asked to collect typos outside the campus and investigate environmental pollution in the community; He even lets you choose your own works … God, in his eyes, we are all painters, lawyers, environmentalists … even great writers. But strangely, students always enjoy these assignments, and even the "unpaid" big families who do their homework at ordinary times always appear on the excellent honor list.

There are many "strange" things happening to Mr. Ou. But after a long time, we are not surprised, but one thing is certain; We are the "weird" teachers who like this most in recent years. I really hope that Mr. Ou will be our head teacher next semester!

The transparent days of childhood, childhood and adolescence are always like pieces of blue gems, condensing every tear of laughter. White paper is painted with the color of dreams, and it also records many joys when we are together. Teacher, it's Teacher's Day, and I want to say to you, "Thank you, teacher!" "

Teacher, do you remember? In the first grade, I cried and made noise, and I had to find my mother. What about you? You frowned and bought me lollipops and ice cream. I was still crying and laughing there, and as a result, most of your clothes were dirty, but you were not angry. You told me the story of the ugly duckling the other day. From then on, I thought you were beautiful.

Teacher, do you remember? I have been a timid little girl since I was a child. I always dare not raise my hand to answer the teacher's questions in class, for fear that the wrong answer will make my classmates laugh at me. It was your arrival that changed all this. The other day, when I was studying "The Fishing of the Iron Bull", you asked a question. No one in the class felt the need to raise their hands, and I just reviewed that question. Did you raise your hand? What if the answer is wrong? My heart is beating drums. At this time, you gave me an encouraging look, and I succeeded. Since then, I have become more and more active and my grades have improved day by day. My classmates say that I have changed from an ugly duckling to a white swan.

It's March 3 again, and kites are flying all over the sky. Hello, teacher, remember? On the day of Kite Festival this year, you took our whole class to the playground to fly kites. The students took out their own kites, including geese, eagles and swallows. These kites are colorful and varied. Run, fly and fly kites in the blue sky. Kites are accompanied by white clouds and interact with the blue sky. We run and jump below, feeling extremely happy, with a smile on our faces. Happiness stays in our hearts, and with you, we will always have endless happiness.

Teacher, there will be a lot of happiness in our days together. Our growth is inseparable from your hard work, and every progress I make is the crystallization of your sweat. You are busy with blooming flowers and ripening fruits. Teacher's Day is coming. I want to say: "thank you, teacher!" " "

The teacher is a diligent gardener, watering the flowers of our motherland. The teacher gave us a lot of knowledge, so that we can swim freely in the ocean of knowledge. The teacher told us the truth of being a man, which benefited us a lot. For us, the teacher has devoted a lot of effort.

My Chinese teacher is an excellent teacher. We all call her Miss Lu. She has a small mouth like a cherry, a pair of bright eyes shining with wisdom, and a long blond hair dotted with that oval face.

She is a teacher with a dual personality. When she is gentle, she takes care of her classmates like her own children. When it is serious, put your hand on your waist and start criticizing the students who made mistakes. But she must have more gentle time.

For a time, I often caught a cold and went to the hospital at two ends every three days. That day, I wore very little. When the class was over, Teacher Lu leaned down and said to me gently, "We all have a cold. We should wear more because we wear so little!" I nodded, and after listening to this sentence, my originally cold body instantly became unusually warm.

Although the teacher cares about us in life, he is also strict with us in study. Once, a classmate made a mistake on a simple topic and was fined 50 times at once. The students copied it all morning before finishing it. Since then, our whole class has never been careless in doing homework. Look at that. Our teacher is very good.

Teacher, you have paid a lot of sweat for us. Although you are very strict with us, I hope we will not delay our study. I will repay you with my career in the future.

Help my mother wash the dishes.

I'm tired of running on the long road of life. When I stop to have a rest, I can't help looking back at the footprints I left when I walked by. At this moment, a clear footprint caught my eye. This footprint reminds me of that incident when I was a child.

Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Yan Yan, go and help my mother wash the vegetables." "good!" I readily agreed. Mother went to clean the living room after she finished. I strode into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, a handful of cabbage, three eggplants and a small pile of tomatoes on the platform. It's silly of me to ask me to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class. Really. "Ah, yes!" I yelled. Doesn't mom usually put a lot of clothes in the washing machine to wash together? So I'll do the same? Mom will probably praise me when she sees me!

Thinking of this, I picked up the big bag of vegetables and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button. Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was. After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! The dishes don't need to be dried. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Ah!" I was stunned by the status quo. Where is the food? Cabbage is left with "one man's army", while eggplant is black and blue, as if bitten by a mouse. The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Yan Yan, is the food ready? I want to cook. " Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted. I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" He went into his small room and locked the door. "You, are you washing vegetables?" I only heard my mother crying from the kitchen. "I am obviously' washing vegetables'." I hid in my room, secretly thinking and secretly laughing. I laughed at myself for being so "smart" that I used high technology to wash vegetables.

Whenever I think of this humorous anecdote, I can't help laughing. How naive and ignorant I was when I was a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.

My analytical father

My father is an excellent math teacher, perhaps influenced by his occupation. No matter what happens, he always likes to analyze the problem thoroughly with his logical thinking.

On the evening of sunset, when I came home from school, I was busy doing my homework. Open the book, open the exercise book, touch the pen, it is broken, and the refill is used up. You need to buy a pen quickly. Just about to go out, my mother, who was busy in the kitchen, shouted, "Son, there is no salt. Go and buy a bag of salt." "Ah, salt and pen can be in two different places, one far and one near. Which one should I buy first? " I'm really in trouble.

At this time, my father, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa watching TV, moved, holding his chin in one hand and scratching his head in the other. His eyes were ga zi ng, and then he said, "According to my analysis, you should buy salt first, and my mother will wait for cooking, and then you can buy a pen, not to mention the place where you buy a pen is far away ..." My father's mouth kept opening and closing like a machine gun firing bullets. Then, my father began to enter the stage of theoretical analysis: "After doing things, we should divide the line, which is lighter and which is more important, and make reasonable arrangements, not just grasping the beard and eyebrows ..." I wondered while listening: "Does this make sense?" But I have to adjust my thinking and keep up with my father's analysis.

Before I came to my senses, my father's analysis moved from theory to time: "You see, according to my analysis, if a country has no plan and no overall arrangement, it will be a mess." 5? 12 earthquake, the people of the whole country need to unite as one in earthquake relief; With the arrival of the Olympic Games, we have to divert our attention and cheer for the Olympic athletes ... "Does it matter? My thinking is a little behind. It's not over yet. Dad's thin lips are open and closed, and there is no intention to stop. " Not only today, but also in ancient times ... ""Oh, why talk about the past and discuss the present? "Listen to dizzy, I was more than I could bear. I made a dash for the door.

Not only that, in order to decide what kind of flowerpot a flower should be put in, he has to analyze it; What nutrition to eat every morning, he wants to analyze; Rinse your mouth a few minutes after a meal, and he will also analyze it.

Analysis, analysis and re-analysis, my mother and I couldn't stand the "hard work" of his analysis and finally made a serious protest to him. Hearing this, my father looked puzzled at first, and then said slowly, "Well, we have to analyze this problem."

Ah, I am dizzy!

A stubborn tooth

My baby teeth have been "renewed" since the first grade. Four years have passed, and now, my teeth have become almost the same, and few teeth are "holding their ground". Looking back on the experience of tooth extraction, it was very smooth and beneficial, but this tooth extraction made me "deeply grieved."

The day before yesterday morning, when I was brushing my teeth, I found a tooth on the left upper jaw moving vaguely. I licked it with my tongue and it had a hard tip. I opened my mouth and looked in the mirror. Alas, there is half a small tooth in the tooth. I quickly told my father about this abnormal situation, and my father said anxiously, "Yan Yan, we have to go to the hospital to pull it out." This tooth is a front tooth, and its root is very long. Now even new teeth have sprouted. It is safer to go to the hospital! " Hearing that I was going to the hospital, I shook my head like a rattle and assured my father, "I pulled out my own teeth." Didn't I pull out most of my teeth before? There is no need to go to the hospital. " In order to dispel my father's doubts, I "struggled" with this tooth and "shaken" his position as soon as I was free that day. Don't forget to shake it when eating, when doing homework, and also shake it a few times in class, especially when watching TV. But the next day, my teeth were still there. Dad said to let him pull it out, but I refused anyway, because dad once introduced his indigenous method of "pulling teeth with one thread", and I was afraid to hear it! How dare I try? Let me make one last effort! "

In order not to be "ruined" by my father, I made up my mind to work harder yesterday. I pulled it out with my hand, punched it in the face, and even hoped that someone would come straight at me and knock off my teeth. I used to have a loose front tooth that was knocked out by a naughty child, but this "good thing" of "holding my teeth for collision" did not happen. This tooth is so stubborn that it should be "abdicated and laid off", but it still refuses to come down.

Today, my teeth haven't come off. Dad no longer believes in my ability, and without saying anything, he tied this "stubborn" tooth with a white thread. I closed my eyes and only felt my father pull hard-the thread slipped off, the tooth was only half pulled out, and the tooth angle was still at the root, but there was a lot of blood. I begged my father with tears in my eyes: "Don't pull it out, it hurts me!" " "Dad said," no! We are riding a tiger now, and we must never give up halfway! " As he spoke, Dad pushed hard again. This time, I finally pulled out this stubborn tooth, but I still couldn't help crying.

Looking at the "trophy" in my hand-this big tooth, I really have mixed feelings. This is all because he hurt me. However, this tooth is too stubborn, and I believe its deciduous teeth will grow firmly in my mouth. But my new task is coming again: I will continue to lick it and guide this baby with crooked teeth to the "right track".

Classmates and enemies

"La la la la ..." Oh, my god, my deskmate is showing off his broken voice again. Really, I don't watch the songs I sing, but I can still sing when I am antique. Silence, ahhh.

My deskmate, surname X, name xx. It is stingy, overbearing, boring and abnormal. He always likes to bully the weak. In the past, he always sat outside and I sat inside. Every time in class, he makes me beg, telling all his praises, only showing a look of "you are smart enough", and then obediently tilting the stool to let me in. I have argued with him over 998 1 times, but I am a big man. For him, no one usually praises him-well, just waste some saliva to praise him.

My deskmate is a kind student, praised by some people as "good eyes", but because she has lived under my dark rule for a long time, she has become a typical gentleman-"having the final say and not doing anything". His motto is: "I can't beat you." I am so angry with you. " So, every time I hit him, he always dodges and scolds me for my crimes. As a result, I was always dumbfounded by his anger, blushing and thick neck, but I couldn't squeeze out a rebuttal. Hum, although I can't beat you, I can beat you. As the saying goes, "If you don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell"!

My deskmate's handwriting is very distinctive. It can be said that it is unprecedented and belongs to the messy kind. There is a song that says: "Turn left three times, turn right three times, twist your neck, twist your ass." One day, I was bored, so I grabbed his exercise book and took out a small piece of paper to imitate his handwriting. God, I wasted 10 pieces of paper and wrote more than n words, but nothing was like this! Fortunately, he had the foresight to seize the exercise book quickly, because I had the impulse to tear up his exercise book. ...

Once, someone told me that my deskmate's hairstyle was like taro and watermelon. Hearing this, I immediately returned to my seat and stared at him for a whole minute. When he touched his little white face narcissistically, he asked shyly, "Do you think I am handsome?" Suddenly, I clapped my hands and cried, "Oh, this is so similar!" " "He was startled and glared at me angrily:" Like, like what! " I said innocently, "I like watermelon skin ..." "What?" He jumped up at once, surprised, helpless and sad, and said, "How can I be like a watermelon skin? Ah, life is really a failure ... "What's your hurry when I bang the table? You're not finished yet! I mean, your hair looks like, not you look like ... stupid! ""My hairstyle ... looks like watermelon skin? " He muttered for a moment, then touched his hair. Finally, he looked "defeated by you" and said tragically, "Be a man, don't be so observant. Don't say anything, miss, or I'll be finished ... ""Good! Stop it! " "Really? A word from a gentleman is a promise! "Hum, I'm not a gentleman, I'm a mean person, and that's settled. Alas, you are always against me! You know this is wrong!

There are many stories about my deskmate ... Here, give him a paragraph:

God said, "Let there be light." So there was light in the world. God said, "Doing wrong will be punished." So ... I'll sit at your table. It's not my fault! It's Your Fault ...

I am a bookworm.

Books are the ladder of human progress, and books are the nourishment of the whole world. I think these metaphors are perfect. Yes, walking into the world of books and listening to the words of books can really make us smart. Reading a good book is equivalent to talking to many people with high moral character. Reading is really interesting!

The earliest book I read was a fairy tale book. At first, I read it with relish. As I grow older, fairy tales can no longer satisfy me. Later, the books in the bookstore next door attracted me like magnets. I ran there as soon as I had time. I was fascinated by it. "100,000 Why" opened my eyes, "Childhood" brought tears to my eyes, and "Composition Daquan" broadened my writing ideas ... In the third grade, the composition came to me. Every time I write, I will think about the good words and sentences in those books and use them skillfully in my composition. After an exam, the teacher treated my composition as a model essay because I was different.

I remember one time, my mother took me to the book mall to buy composition reference books. I am like a duck to water, ecstatic and plunged into the sea of books. I picked this one and took that one. In a short time, the cart full of books was full of me, and I came back with "trophies".

When I got home, I couldn't wait to run to the sofa and sit on it and concentrate on reading. I was eagerly reading when my mother's "dinner" interrupted my wandering in the sea of books. "Right away, wait a minute!" I had to deal with my mother and read it for a long time, because the contents in the book attracted me so much that I really couldn't bear to put it down. My mother came over and saw that I was still reading. "How long will it take?" "Ten minutes, just ten minutes." "Well, don't forget ten minutes!" "Uh-huh, I know!" Looking at it, my mother angrily pushed the door in and shouted, "Look at you, didn't you say ten minutes?" Rice is cold. "I closed the book and reluctantly put it back on the shelf. As if I had had a spiritual meal, I sat at the table and didn't feel hungry at all. I wolfed down my meal and forgot my favorite beef stew, so I picked up the book and read it again.

Today, books have become my best friends, and reading is my greatest pleasure. It helped me open the door of wisdom and accompanied me through the long road of knowledge; It purified my mind and gave me a goal. The book will never draw a rest between me and it, it will accompany me through every day.

The temptation of "Huaying Star"

"copy? Don't copy? " I kept asking myself, my right hand holding the pen was sweating slightly, and my left hand was banging on the table nervously. Always staring at this question and hesitating.

This is a final exam for Huaying, and we all reviewed it fully. Besides, my mother said that as long as she took Huaying Star this time, she would buy me a bike. You know how much I like riding a bike. I must get Huaying star.

The classroom is very quiet, only the rustle of paper and pens. Half the time has passed, and the last question-composition. "How," I muttered, "what exactly." I looked at the composition questions on the test paper and was at a loss. It's no use thinking hard, scratching my head and racking my brains. I read the title of my composition several times and thought it over carefully, but I could only hold my chin in my hand and frown, but I couldn't figure out how to write it. At this time, my mind seemed to be blank. I usually "know everything" and "talk about it in Kan Kan" and travel abroad alone when I need it most. I was really worried, and suddenly I was happy: yes. I have a lot of composition books, and I soon thought of an article. I am dancing with excitement. However, on second thought, I suddenly realized that this was plagiarism, just like cheating. It's really hard for me to do such a shameful thing. Forget it, don't be crooked, don't smash your archway for a composition.

I closed my eyes, depressed and brooding, thinking that even if I squeezed oil residue, I would squeeze out a composition. When I opened my eyes again, the temptation stirred my restless heart again, and I picked up the thoughts I had just discarded. I think, just once, addiction. This essay book is so old that no one will expose it. No, I can’t . I'm about to explode. Plagiarism is no longer a simple IQ problem. This is an insult to personality. Writing a composition is to cultivate sentiment, just as making tea is to enjoy it. This has to pay attention to the "tea ceremony". How can I interpret my Tao with tea brewed by others? Tea brewed with this kind of tea is not only not fragrant, but also disgusting to drink. At this point, my heart finally settled down, as the saying goes, "With the blessing of the Buddha, I can feel pure from my heart." So, I made up an article on the spot. "Bell …" The mock exam is over, and I have written the last word.

After school, I skipped home with relief. I think I did the right thing. Students, do you guess I got the bike?

Many things have happened in my life. Among them, there are happiness, annoyance and emotion ... among so many things, there is one thing that I will never forget.

It happened one day a few months ago. It was a Wednesday morning. My mother looked at the weather forecast in yesterday's newspaper and said to me, "Yanyan, it's raining today." Take an umbrella or raincoat with you when you go to school. " After breakfast, I hurried to school with my schoolbag on my back and forgot to bring my rain gear. In the second class in the afternoon, it was cloudy outside, the wind roared and it was raining cats and dogs. I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring my rain gear, thinking: how can I go home after school and the rain doesn't stop?

The school bell rang, mixed with the rain outside, which made my mood like a mess. I don't know how to get home. I stood blankly under the eaves in front of the school with my schoolbag on my back. The rain kept hitting my face and body with the strong wind, and I was shaking all over. Just when I was in a daze and felt depressed and helpless, my mother came. My mother hurried to my side with an umbrella, quickly wiped the rain off my head and body, and put my schoolbag on her left arm. My right arm still holds an umbrella for me and says in a distressed tone, "Yan Yan, are you cold?" Put on the coat I brought you, and let's go home by car. "

I put on my coat, and under my mother's umbrella, I didn't get caught in the rain, and I was much warmer. After my mother was busy for me for a while, I suddenly looked up at my mother, only to find that my mother had been beaten through by the rain, and the umbrella in her hand was completely above my body, and most of her body was still drenched by the rain.

There is no rain on my face, but tears come out like spring water, which blurs my eyes. With great gratitude, I snuggled up to my mother, took her warm hand and walked to the station together.

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