The sentence describing the mother's back in the rain is longer. Thank you (Goddess Athina)

At this moment, I don't know who exclaimed "The bus is coming". Looking up, I saw a bus coming slowly, wobbling and looking like a tired old cow from a distance. As soon as the bus stops, people are flocking to wait for it. I'm small and weak, and I'm pushed behind, and the people who crowded the bus don't give way to each other. My mother protected me and said, "Make way for some children." But those people didn't seem to hear me. I was finally pushed into the car under the protection of my mother. Just then, the door closed, and the hand my mother pushed behind me could be taken back. Just then, with the sound of closing the door, I saw my mother give a painful "ah". My mother's hand was squeezed heavily by the door. At the same time, my heart seems to have been pulled, and it hurts faintly, but the car has already. My mother is still standing in the snowstorm at the station, watching the car go away. At this moment, I don't know whether the tears blurred my eyes or the snowstorm blurred the window. I saw my mother standing in the snowstorm rubbing her hands. I felt that the snowstorm outside was even worse, and the wind blew up my mother's skirts. I messed up my mother's forehead hair, so I shouted, "Mom, come home early!" " "But as soon as I opened my mouth, my nose was sour and my eyes were hot, and two lines of tears had already flowed to my cheeks. ...

Time flies, the sun flies. In a blink of an eye, five years have passed, and I have changed from an ignorant child to a fifth-grade student, but my mother's figure in the snow is still deeply imprinted in my mind.