Story writing in rainy days

In normal study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. So how to write a general composition? The following is the story composition of rainy days that I collected for you. You are welcome to study for reference. I hope it helps you.

Story composition on rainy days 1 One day after school, the weather suddenly changed, and in a blink of an eye, dark clouds were gathering, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs.

When he arrived at school, Xiaogang put on his raincoat in no hurry, tightened the rope on his rain hat, buttoned it and wrapped himself like a big zongzi. Xiaogang saw that students were taken home by their parents soon, some students waited anxiously for their parents, and some students couldn't wait and ran home in the heavy rain. No, Ding Xiao, Xiao Gang's classmate, spread his arms and crossed his legs and ran in the rain 100 meter. Xiaoli followed him, put her schoolbag on her head to keep out the rain, and ran quickly. Xiao Gang thought: Xiaoli and Xiaoding are running in a panic, and they will definitely get wet and get sick. Teachers always ask us to help others, and now I should help them!

Xiaogang ran to Xiaoding and Xiaoli and said, "Let's go home together!" Xiaoding said, "But you only have a raincoat?" Xiaogang said, "I came prepared." Say that finish, he pulled open the rope, unbuttoned, lifted the raincoat, held it high again, and let Xiaoli and Xiaoding get on the bus and stand on both sides of Xiaogang. The three of them, you put your arm around my waist and I put my arm around your waist, hugging each other tightly and striding forward. In the storm, they looked at me and I looked at you, and they all laughed.

Everyone went home. Mom asked strangely, "Xiao Gang, don't you have a raincoat? Why are you wet? " Xiaogang told his mother what had happened, and her mother praised him. Xiaogang was as sweet as honey.

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This is a picture composition. The little author observes carefully and develops rich imagination. First of all, start with the description of the environment, render the atmosphere and lead to the cause of the matter. Then through the detailed description of what Xiaogang saw, thought, said and did, and the proper use of metaphor and rhetoric, we saw a helpful child and a vivid, warm and touching picture.

Story of Rainy Day 2 Everything becomes blurred in the rain curtain. Only that moving scene is particularly clear in the rain.

That day, it began to rain lightly, and the first drop of rain fell like a pearl. Then it fell and landed on the broken beads. I rushed to school with an umbrella. Although I was in a hurry, I was still careful, for fear that mud would splash on my pants, so I began to turn left and right. When I walked to the school gate, I heard a bang behind me and thought that someone must have slipped. I looked back eagerly. It was a boy of five or six who fell to the ground. He holds his red umbrella in one hand and a beautiful handmade one with a transparent bag on it, which may be his homework for an activity class (which he uses to show off to his classmates). He takes good care of it. At this time, I am not far from this little classmate. He struggled to get up, wiped the mud with his little hand and shouted as he ran. Teacher xx ". My eyes moved slowly with his every move, and my steps slowed down a lot. My eyes stopped on an elderly teacher, and the little classmate gave the teacher the exquisite handmade piece in his hand and said, "Happy holidays, teacher! "It suddenly occurred to me that today is Teacher's Day, and I completely forgot. I also forgot to send my gift to our teacher or say, "Teacher, you have worked hard, happy holidays!" " "Look at the teacher-student relationship between the teacher and his students. It's really a pity. The teacher wiped the mud off the boy's face with a handkerchief, then took the boy's hand and walked into the school under the same umbrella, and I followed him into the school.

When I return to my seat, I have deeply implanted this pair of "teacher-student love in the rain" in my mind. He will always remind me that no matter what my identity is, no matter where I am, don't forget that it is the teacher's knowledge that marks the outline of our future blueprint; It was the teacher who taught us how to add gorgeous colors to the outline.

This is a touching story in the rain and the most beautiful picture in the rain!

The greatest love in the world is the love from the mother's heart. Mother's heart is pure and supreme. Every mother in the world has the most sincere love and hides a sincere love. A few years ago, on a stormy evening, the row of newly planted willows at the school gate swayed weakly from side to side in the wind and rain; Even the tall and straight poplars on the playground screamed in pain. ...

I subconsciously shrank my neck. There are only two lights on in the classroom, and I am the only one left. Listening to the wind and the whistle, I was so lonely and scared. I really envy those students who ask questions and come home safely under umbrellas surrounded by their parents, but I know better that my mother, who often works the night shift, is far from school and will not pick me up casually. Night began to fall. I gritted my teeth, choked back the tears coming from generate, and plunged into the endless rain curtain! I ran into a man without running a few steps.

I looked up and froze. After a long time, I lost my voice and shouted, "Mom!" It is indeed my mother standing in front of me. My mother's beautiful hair is half wet, and it gently sticks to her forehead. I don't know whether it was rain or tears running down her cheeks. "Is it cold?" Mother held my cold little hand lovingly. I shook my head happily. Mom immediately took out rubber shoes from the net pocket: "Put them on quickly!" " "I am happy to put on rubber shoes with the help of my mother. At this moment, I realized how happy I am! You can imagine how a child feels under the protection of his mother! I deliberately let my mother hold her hand and they walked side by side. Although the height is uneven, the pace of our two people is so consistent and harmonious. ...

Rain, it's raining harder; The wind is blowing harder. However, at this moment, I no longer feel lonely and afraid. My mother's umbrella sheltered me from the wind and rain, and a warm current came to my heart ... Ah, mom, how much you have paid for me. I will always remember your love for me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, admire you and praise you. Mother, it is your great maternal love that makes me happy, healthy and thrive. My dear mother, I love you.

Story Composition 4 on a Rainy Day It's raining in Mao Mao, and the scenery outside the window is hazy. The world seems to be put into an unwashed bottle, and there is thin fog everywhere. The bedroom window is covered with crystal beads. I am curled up in a warm bed like a lazy kitten. Mother came slowly and said softly, "get up, lazy boy, and go and see the scenery in the rain."

"What's fun in rainy days!" I replied disapprovingly.

"Rainy days are actually very interesting." Then my mother told a story about a rainy day when I was a child. "When I was a child, your grandfather took me to a lotus field to pick lotus flowers. Suddenly, the sky began to rain. Unsuspecting, I was like a frightened chicken. I quickly covered my head with my hands and ran under the tree. At this time, your grandfather unhurriedly took off a big lotus leaf and put it on my head as an umbrella. In the wet field, many small grasshoppers jumped out for no reason. They may come out for fresh air on rainy days. Your grandfather told me to take off my socks, hold them in my hand, catch some grasshoppers and put them in, and shut up. Hey, it's full. Grasshoppers are jumping around in it. " I found it very interesting after listening to it. You know, children who grow up in the city can't experience the fun.

When the rain is a little light, I put on my rain boots and rushed downstairs with an umbrella. I like the feeling of wading, especially in water with a little depth. The slight buoyancy made me feel strange, but I couldn't help it and slipped.

When I got home, I lay in bed, listening to the cheerful ticking of light rain and dreaming of me in the future.

Rain, called "manna" since ancient times, nourishes everything and sustains our lives. But now, due to the destruction of the environment and the emission of waste gas, the quality of rainwater is affected, and sometimes acid rain occurs.

In my childhood memory, Yu is a lovely and naughty child. When it rains, it doesn't rain cats and dogs, but drops into the ground. I always reach out to catch the falling water drops, and then throw the water out. The splashed water drops fall into puddles and ripple. In this way, I spent a short childhood.

In primary school, my parents took me to the city, entered primary school and lived in a tall building. When it rains, I can only hide in the house and look out of the window. The heavy rain washed the trees all over, showing bright green, patting the dust in the air on the ground into the sewer, removing the gray in the sky. The rain stopped and the sky cleared up. I ran out to smell the fragrance and dirt. But after living in the city, there is only a big room and a bookshelf of books. My sister was born when I was a few years older. In such a big room, there is finally a glimmer of life, that is, crying and the singing of the baby bus. When it rains again, I will have a companion to play in the rain. I'm not alone anymore. Now I feel the breeze blowing and my face feels cold.

When I entered middle school, I seldom went to play in the rain. From 6 am to 8 pm, I have no free time to play. I only have the faint fragrance smelled by the flower pond in a hurry, accompanied by the rain outside the window when I was reading, and few rumbling thunder accompanied us to study. Time always leaves in a hurry in the rain, and we grow unconsciously. We won't dive in the pit like when we were children, but only play in the rain with thick books. This rain will only bring us coolness.

Rain, a beautiful word, always leaves in a hurry with time.

Story composition 6 After school on a rainy day, I quickly picked up my schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom. Although it is the weekend, I am not relaxed, because I have to go to my poor erhu class tonight, and what I hate most is that it is too strict. And my performance will never satisfy her. Dark clouds are gathering in the dark sky, much like a teacher's face, and there is still a trace in the air. It's going to rain, so I can't help stepping up. As soon as I entered the door, the rain poured down, and it was like hanging a curtain of water drops between heaven and earth in an instant. I can't help but feel relieved. I don't have to go to class in this weather. Mine will be ready soon. Wash your hands and eat quickly, so that you can go to class after dinner. Before I put down my schoolbag. Mother's urging sounded in my ear. Oh, no, mom, do you still have to go to class in such a heavy rain? The little thing in my heart was shot down in the blink of an eye.

It rains like this, but it's not a knife. How can we not go? Mom flatly refused, and besides, you haven't played the piano very well recently, so just ask the teacher to help you correct it. Looking at my selfless mother, I can only admit it. When I walked out of the house, it kept raining. I am holding my violin and an umbrella. A gust of wind almost swept my umbrella away, and rain got into my collar from time to time. I shrank my neck and waded through the muddy water that barely crossed my instep. I came to the teacher's house. The teacher took out a towel and asked me to wipe the rain off my face, which made my heart a little warm. I started playing music. Because I didn't practice erhu this week, the music played intermittently. My heart hung up again, and I stole a look at the teacher. I was surprised that the teacher didn't look as grim as before, but looked at me calmly. At the end of the song, the teacher corrected my mistakes and said to me: Usually, teachers are strict with you, so you can play better. Only strict teachers can make good apprentices, right? The teacher is very happy that you came to class in such a heavy rain. When the teacher sees that you quit, you can apply this spirit to future practice and study, and you will get it. Let's go After listening to the teacher's words, the dark clouds in my heart cleared away and the little sun smiled again. Walking on my way home, the rain has stopped. The air washed by rain is fresher, and the lights are on, which is extremely brilliant. I also made up my mind to practice the piano more and live up to my teacher's expectations. This unusual night brought me infinite hope and happiness.

Story composition on rainy days 7 The weather is so stuffy! The sun is like a pot of fire baking the earth in private, and there is no wind around. People sit in the room doing nothing, but still sweating. Mother kept complaining about the sultry weather, as if it would make the heat dissipate. Actually, it only makes her sexier. There must be a heavy rain after this weather!

I asked casually, "Mom, are your clothes hanging on the roof still hanging?" When mother heard this, she jumped up in shock. She froze for a long time and said, "Go and collect clothes with mom, quickly!" " "God! Your kindness is really hard to be rewarded. Mom is so annoying! My boss reluctantly stood up and bargained with his mother for a long time. Finally, she collected the clothes and I took them upstairs. In a blink of an eye, it was cloudy, and it rained with a few thunder. Fortunately, it hasn't rained yet, and the weather is still horribly stuffy. In my mother's words, it's like steamed bread in a steamer. Mom stood up and went to the roof, and I followed. It's also crowded with people. Everyone took three steps and made two steps, scrambling to collect clothes and quilts. The clothes on the roof are instantly' closed' and very light. Mom was busy, too, and several swords cut through the sky, and everyone accelerated their pace. I was shocked. My mother seemed to see through my mind and said to me, "It's okay. Lei Gong doesn't beat good people." Smile at me. I smile unnaturally. There are several thunders again, and the prelude to the rainstorm is coming to an end. I can't help urging my mother: "Come on! Will it rain heavily? "Mom was dragged downstairs in this dress. I just don't like her calm appearance and can't help complaining. " Mom, hurry up! It is going to rain! "Mom smiled:" Mom is old and can't walk. "When I saw my mother sweating, I couldn't help taking the clothes and quilts from my mother.

The sultry day is getting heavier and heavier, the sky is overcast and it's going to rain! I quickly helped my mother up, but when we reached the corner, the rain began to "wow". The downpour drenched the mother and son. It is not so much rain as God splashing water. I put my clothes on my mother's head and was' baptized' by the rain all over. Mother tried to push the clothes away, but I wouldn't. In a flash, I understood that when it rains, the umbrella is always by my side.

It's raining harder, but we

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Because there is a shelter from the rain.

Story composition on rainy days One sunny afternoon, students are packing their schoolbags, waiting for their parents to pick them up. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, and raindrops as big as peas fell from the sky, followed by downpours.

Some students were picked up by their parents, some students were running in the rain, and some students were waiting for their parents in the classroom. Xiaoming unhurriedly put on his raincoat, buttoned his button and fastened his belt, and walked out of the classroom.

On the way, Xiaoming saw that his classmates Xiaomei and Liang Xiao didn't have umbrellas. Xiaomei put her schoolbag on her head and ran in the rain. Liang Xiao also walks as fast as a fly, and his mouth is still nagging: "How to change this damn weather? It's really annoying!" Xiao Ming thought: didn't the teacher say that I should help others more so that I could help others! Before Xiao Ming could be happy, the question came again: how can I help them?

Xiao Ming had a brainwave and came up with a good idea: my raincoat is so big that it is wrapped with zongzi. I opened it, made it bigger, and let them in, didn't I? Thinking of this, he immediately ran over and stopped Liang Xiao and Xiaomei: "Liang Xiao Xiaomei, come home with me!" " "Xiao Liang said," but you only have a raincoat! """I am ready." Say that finish, he untied his raincoat, opened it and held it high so that Xiaomei and Liang Xiao could go in and stand on both sides.

It is still raining. The three of them put their hands on my waist and mine on yours. You look at me, I look at you, and they all laugh.

When I got home, my mother saw that Xiaoming was soaked to the skin and asked strangely, "Xiaoming, don't you have a raincoat?" How can it be wet? " Xiaoming told his mother what happened on the road seriously. Mom was surprised and praised him. Xiaoming was as happy as honey.

Look, there is a seed growing in the rain. -inscription

Seeds, persistence, germination

I planted some seeds today. Unfortunately, it rained heavily, and I began to think it would be washed away. Unexpectedly, a few days later, when I went to see it, it floated on the soil, and there was only a little soil for it to grow, but it sprouted. When I picked it up, it still had many small holes, indicating that it had been pecked by a chicken, but it did not give up hope of life. Although the seed was washed away by heavy rain, unlike other seeds, it was more persistent than others, so it succeeded.

Bud, persistent, flowering

In its later life, rain was of course indispensable, but it persisted. In the process of persistence, I broke my waist and my hand, but I persisted. Because it understands that "the tip of the knife comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold", only by overcoming many difficulties can it have a charming fragrance. As we all know, your smile is the brightest when you succeed only after suffering. Because it is hard-won, it will be more cherished. The same is true of flowers, which will bloom more brilliantly only after being washed by heavy rain, baked by the sun and swaying by the wind. This seed, indeed, has finally blossomed, although it is not as noble as a rose, as elegant as a peony and as fragrant as a osmanthus. But it understands that persistence is the most beautiful.

Bloom, persist and wither.

This big flower finally fulfilled its mission, but it didn't regret it. Just then, a sudden heavy rain fell from the sky and ended its life.

Please remember it, a humble seed, a strong seedling, a flower blooming in life. Its life comes from the rain, struggling in the rain and moving forward in the rain. A rainy day story, the birth, growth and death of a seed. Completed its mission in the rain.

Story composition on rainy days 10 Great maternal love is often reflected in small things. Growing up, I thought maternal love was very small, but since that incident, I have a different view of my mother.

That was when I was in fourth grade. One day, the weather was not very good, and suddenly it rained heavily. I was penniless and didn't know what to do. After school, the students happily held umbrellas, but I took a book to keep out the rain. In order to go home as soon as possible, I rushed out and trotted all the way. When we arrived at the Cultural Square, a familiar figure came into view. Ah! It's my mother who braved the wind and rain to send me an umbrella! "Mom," my hoarse voice used to wake her up at this time. At this time, my mother threw tears of pain at me because I was almost soaked by the rain. My mother ran to me in three steps and two steps, and held up the long-awaited umbrella for me. Suddenly, the umbrella became so huge that it seemed to cover every corner of the world. I walked carefully with an umbrella, my eyes blurred, moved like a broken bead, and tears streamed down. Muddy places seem to be turned into flowers that smile at human beings every day by those tears, as if telling us that maternal love is the greatest in the world and maternal love is the only one. In this stormy weather, my mother and I walked very fast, and soon we returned home safely. I'm so happy!

Since the above events happened, I have a different view of my mother. Motherly love is always great. She cares about my healthy growth every day. Without maternal love, I might not have a happy life today. Mom, I wish you: happy every day, smooth work, and always young!

Story composition on rainy days 1 1 Motherly love is great.

I remember when I was a child, what happened on a rainy day made me deeply realize the greatness of maternal love.

I was still in kindergarten at that time. One day after school, it suddenly rained cats and dogs. The thunderous thunder scared me to cry. I shouted, "Mom! Mom! " The teacher heard me running to comfort me and said to me, "Good boy! Don't cry, mom will come at once. " Under the teacher's patient persuasion, my crying gradually disappeared, but it rained harder and harder. At this time, I vaguely saw a familiar figure in the rain, getting closer and closer to me, and gradually I saw her face clearly, ah! It's mom! I immediately ran over and threw myself into my mother's arms and cried! My mother hugged me tightly. On the way home, my mother took off her coat and put it on for me. I looked up and asked, "Mom, aren't you cold?" Mom smiled and said, "It's not cold." Although my mother said so, I feel my mother's hands are getting colder and colder. I know in my heart that my mother would rather freeze to death than let me catch cold. I know my mother cares about me. She always leaves me delicious food. She always said, "I don't like it." At this time, the rain gradually stopped. ...

The next day, mother had a fever. I want to do something for my mother. Suddenly, the scene of my mother taking care of me when I was sick came to my mind. So I followed my mother's example, carefully picked up a fruit knife and peeled an apple for my mother to eat. I picked a big red apple and cut it into small pieces with a knife. Although I cut it in different sizes, I feel very happy to do something for my mother. After cutting the apple, put it on a small plate, feed it to mother, and put it on her forehead with her hand. Ah! It is really hot!

Although it has been a long time, I still remember that scene clearly. Mom, now that I have grown up, I will care more about you and listen to your teachings in the future. When you are old, I will take care of you as you take care of me!

Story composition on rainy days 12 There lived a snail in the wetland under a big tree by the roadside. His name is Cross. Today, the downpour washed away its home. Without it, there is no place to stay. Cross looked up at the dark clouds. Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky. It heard thunder rumbling. How terrible! His friend's home was also washed away by the storm. So, today Cross is going to build a new home for him and his friends.

Just then, a flash of lightning hit the apple tree, and a green apple fell to Cross's side, almost scaring him. It had a brainwave. It would be great if we slept in the big apple!

Cross chewed up the big apple and built a home. The apple house will be built soon. But what it wants to build is an interesting home, and it would be better if it could have a Ferris wheel! But there is no material to build the ferris wheel here. What should we do?

My friend heard that Cross needed help and came here. "The slug is in a hurry, you go and get the branches." "Pomino snail, please borrow some pine cones from the squirrel." "I'm looking for pebbles. Let's get started! " Cross and his friends used branches as the frame of the Ferris wheel, pebbles as the base and pine cones as the carriage of the Ferris wheel. They jingle ... yeah! When the Ferris wheel was finished, everyone jumped, jumped, ran and screamed happily.

Gee, there's a pit over there. Because of the rain, the pit is full of rain and can be used as a swimming pool.

When the home was built, Cross hurried home with Pomino to rest. The sky cleared up, and he swam together and took the Ferris wheel. Everyone is very happy, because friends like this warm and comfortable new home very much.

Rain story composition 13 Rain left a good impression on me. Whenever it rains, good luck always follows me and brings me happiness. However, although it was raining that day, something happened that made me sad.

I have a good friend. Her name is Yun. She is not only beautiful, but also clever. We are brothers and neighbors and have been together for four years. But she told me today that she was moving out.

After school, we walked home without a word. Quiet, so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. When I got home, I asked Yun, "Yun, when are you moving?" "Wen (me)," said Yun, "we will move the day after tomorrow. Can you come and see me off on Saturday? My mother said that after she moved to Shanghai, she would no longer live here and would not come here. "

I hope she stays, but that's impossible. Today is Friday. She will leave tomorrow. Give her a present as a souvenir. It's best to make the gift yourself. I learned to make dolls before. Make one for her. However, it's too late. Let's make dolls overnight. Until two o'clock in the morning, the doll was finally made. I felt as if something was missing, so I wrote three words on the doll with a watercolor pen: to the cloud.

"Hua, Hua, the rain woke me up from my dream. I looked at the alarm clock. I really don't know. I was shocked when I saw it. It's already 9: 00 15! Will non-success have got on the bus and left? I hurried to the station. I saw clouds looking in all directions. I ran to her at once. Just as I ran to her, I wanted to get on the bus with a disappointed expression. " Hey! "I let out a loud cry, non-success turned around and saw me coming, immediately with a smile on his face. I quickly ran over and handed the doll to Yun. At this point, the car has started. Let's give a hug and the cloud will get on the bus. This may be the last time we meet! Suddenly there were more flashes of lightning in the sky, and it began to rain cats and dogs. My tears kept falling like rain.

On this rainy day, my good friend Yun moved away. For this beautiful friendship, I will leave it deeply in my heart as an eternal memory!

Rainy Story Composition 14 One Sunday afternoon, I came back from my classmate's house. There were few people on the road, but I bumped into a man head-on, and he stumbled. He quickly held on to the wall, but fortunately he didn't fall. I looked at the man through the rain curtain. His withered hands, thin body, disheveled clothes, a pair of eyes staring blankly ahead-he was blind. Embarrassed, I blushed and said, "Excuse me, Grandpa, are you going home?" I will see you off. ""ok, thank you. " There seems to be a smile on his wrinkled and haggard face.

I helped him move forward. Suddenly, I tripped over something, almost fell, and my toes hurt. I looked down and it turned out to be a brick. I was just about to move it. When I saw that the brick was too dirty, I nagged and said, "Who threw the brick on the ground and almost tripped me?" Grandpa, be careful, don't fall. "The old man did not move. He reached out his thin hand, squatted down, touched the ground a few times, picked up the brick and put it in the corner. He also said kindly: "Maybe others will fall when passing by. We should think more about others. " Then I wiped my muddy hands on the wall. My eyes were wet, so I quickly took out my beloved handkerchief and wiped the mud off his hand. I found that the old man seemed to stare at me closely, and his eyes were wet with rain. I blushed and hung my head in shame.

Yes! I am his guide on his way home, but he is my guide on the road of life. "Thinking of others" is my correct way of life.

Rainy day story composition 15 It rained cats and dogs. The ground is covered with wet green leaves; Mosquitoes are buzzing at low altitude; The road is still congested, which makes people panic; The annoying whistle makes people feel annoyed; The light from the traffic lights and headlights set off each other and intertwined on the wet ground, dazzling. ...

Walking outside the school gate with an umbrella, the heavy rain made me shiver and frown. I can't help it. I can't take a taxi in this rainy day, so I have to take a bus home.

Walking to the bus stop, an old man in rags stood under the carport. His face is sallow, showing an unhealthy color; Although the whole body is not skinny, it blows like it is going to fall: the cheeks are very narrow, as if they are concave from the inside; Deep eye socket; My arm is like a bamboo pole in a bamboo forest ... He found me looking at him and hurriedly hid his hands and feet in embarrassment. Inadvertently revealed a bulky sweater left by an unknown person, the edge was covered with wool and a pair of worn-out shoes, and dirty rain seeped out. Looking at the "small box" in front of him, I almost flashed a look of disgust, and I quickly took it back: after all, there are too many liars now, and I don't know how to identify them.

The old man seems to have read my mind, so he took out a sign and looked at it carefully: he is a tailor, but today, he is too old to make a living and can only come out to find business.

I began to hesitate: tailor? Tailors sew clothes, don't they? I want to manage my business. I am so young that I have no pocket money. How can I order clothes? As soon as I left, my conscience kept turning. For a long time, I still can't think of a good way … finally, I decided to take off my coat and let him sew some open school uniforms …

In the rain, I waited for him to sew my school uniform under the shed. In the meantime, a bus came and left, and the old man was ashamed. I waved and said, don't worry, it doesn't matter if the bus is late. ...

It is raining again. Sitting in the classroom and looking out, I still think of the old man. I don't know, today, did he meet a willing person?