Stories in the rain (General 15)
Stories in the rain 1Ding bell bell, the music of the end of the school day, students have been out of the classroom I was alone towards the carport to push the car out of the school door. It was raining, God does not seem to like me, bullying me did not bring a raincoat, the sky is cloudy, the rain is like a cow hair, like a flower needle, the leaves of the trees were washed extraordinarily clean, washed away all the dirt on the body, extraordinarily pure. The ground as if there is a fuzzy another self Red light, I stopped and watched a car drove straight from my side, broke through the red light and almost collided with the side of the car driving by, I saw a mother thought to give their own children to hold an umbrella. The child's face was filled with happiness. I waited for the red light, both sides of the speeding through the car in the traffic police uncle's command is very orderly. Tick ... I was the God slowed down, a look at the original green light, and came to the next intersection, this time I waited until the green light, imagined going home to eat mom's cooking is very happy.
The rain came and went quietly, and I was like a drowned chicken.
Rain Story 2In the depths of my memory, there is a touching story. The most unforgettable is the rainy season of that year.
On that day, it was pouring rain, and I was standing over there in front of that school with an umbrella, waiting for my mom to come. I was waiting for my mom to come. The whole school was gone. Only I was there waiting stupidly. After a while, I couldn't wait any longer, my heart was as bitter as eating a bitter melon. Suddenly, 20 meters away from the entrance to the school vaguely saw a familiar shadow, approached, a look is mom. Mom was walking towards me in the pouring rain. My mom stopped and was in such a sorry state: her hair was freshly washed and her clothes were soaked through. In that moment, I cried, because it was raining too hard for my mom to see. I threw down my umbrella and hugged my mom at once. And mom said, "Son let go! I'm wet, don't get your clothes wet! Otherwise, you'll catch a cold." After saying that I picked up the umbrella involuntarily and made it to the car. I held the umbrella up high so that neither mom nor I would get wet. Mom rode for a while and suddenly stopped. Told me not to hold my school bag and put it on mom's shoulder. Mom accidentally touched my back, she touched me very wet, and said fiercely, "Didn't I tell you not to hit me? I'm wet, so if I get it on you, I'm going to get it on you! I'm wet and if I catch you, I'll catch a cold! How can I go to school if I catch a cold? Hurry up and beat it for yourself!" After saying that I took back my umbrella. I secretly thought: I will study hard in the future. Originally I thought this would make my mom happy, but I didn't expect that it would make her sadder and more upset. I knew that my mom's reprimand was well-intentioned. It was, and I cried again, even more sadly than last time! After another stretch of road, which was potholed and had some rain, that piled up almost to the tops of my feet. Mom said to let me sit on it honestly. I didn't understand what my mom was doing, but once she went down to push the cart, I understood. Mom also gave me a philosophy of life while pushing the cart, she said, "The road of life is the same, there are many bumps and bruises, it is impossible for someone to help you to pave the way, as long as you are brave to face, you can overcome the difficulties." I didn't expect that at this time my mom could still talk about the philosophy of life. Finally arrived home, a return home, mom let me and cold medicine, I drank it into the room. I did not expect mom did not drink, after a night, mom had a cold.
"Seeing the truth in the rain" I finally understood its meaning, that day, I can never forget.
At this time there stood on the street an old man and a small two people, the old man dressed very simple; in his side stood a little girl, twelve or thirteen years old, playing a broken umbrella. She, thin eyebrows, big watery eyes, wearing a big red, shoulder patched blouse, pigtails tied with two cuts of red wool, wool only tied a knot, the rest of a large part of the walk with her slightly swaying. The wooden cart beside them was full of sugar cane, and the old man was hawking it. The little girl's eyes kept looking at every pedestrian on the road, as if asking, "Buy sugar cane?" I went over to her and asked her how much one cane cost, and she said timidly, "One dollar." I said, "80 cents for 1, I'll buy 5." She didn't say another word. At that moment, a young man with red hair came along and said, "This sugar cane is not even worth 50 cents," while he kept turning it over. Suddenly, I saw him put the two cut canes from the car into his sleeve, I was surprised to see him, but I (from gw9080. com) understand that this kind of person is not to be messed with, so I did not say anything. Suddenly the little girl said to her grandfather, "Grandpa, he is a thief!" The young man glared at the little girl and screamed, "What are you talking about, who is a thief?" But the little girl, not at all cowed, shouted, "You stole your sister's wallet!" I was shocked, and when I touched it, my wallet was gone, and I stared at him angrily. He was trying to sneak away when the little girl was uncharacteristically brave and went to catch him. Later, with the help of the elderly and pedestrians, the thief was finally caught.
After sending the thief back, it was raining even harder. I wanted to buy a few more sugarcane as a thank you to them, but they were already gone, leaving only a string of footprints on the ground ......
Stories in the Rain 4Flowers blossom, cold comes and goes. Inadvertently, we find ourselves slowly growing up, looking back at the passing years, there are always some things that make us unforgettable, even if it has been a long time, looking back as if it happened yesterday in general, everything is vivid.
The weather is so stuffy ah, the sun in the air radiates hot light, irradiation of the earth to crack, the distant clouds like spilled ink, the air as if solidified, making the weather more and more sweltering so that people can not breathe. Even if you were quiet and did nothing, the beads of sweat continued to run out unheeded. Mom constantly complained about the stifling heat, as if doing so could ruffle the stifling air and bring in a hint of coolness, but unfortunately it backfired, and her sweat seemed to increase even more under the impatience of complaining.
She muttered, "This kind of hot weather is often followed by a downpour". I asked my mom carelessly, "Do you still have your clothes on the windowsill?" She jumped up in surprise and said, "Come with me to collect the clothes. I had to reluctantly drag my body to follow her to the rooftop, after half a day of discussion finally decided that I am responsible for taking the clothes downstairs, mom is responsible for receiving clothes.
Unconsciously, the sun in the air has been covered by dark clouds, accompanied by a few muffled thunderclaps, the curtain of the rain opened. In the rain has not yet come down this time, the atmosphere is more and more depressing. Mom said in such weather like a steamer bun.
Mom got up on the rooftop, I followed up and realized that the top has been crowded with people, we have to speed up the pace. I jumped, mom as if read my mind, said to me "all right, Thunderbolt does not hit good people." And wanted me to smile, I just had to follow the unnatural smile. Rumble, a few more thunder, the prelude to the downpour is about to end, the main event will begin.
I couldn't help but urge "it's going to rain", but my mom didn't seem to be worried, and continued to pack at her own pace. Mom turned back to me and said with a smile, "Mom is not like you young people to move quickly," looking at her forehead beads of sweat, I took the clothes from her hands and said, "I'll take it.
We have not gone out a few steps, the rain fell, at first or as the size of soybeans, sparsely falling, in a flash, as if overturned the basin, the rain swept down on the sky. We put our clothes on our heads and walked quickly to the road we came from, I tried to put my clothes on my mom's head to protect her from the rain. Instead, she pushed her shirt gently toward me. In a flash I seemed to remember something, every time the rain umbrella is not always favor me here?
The rain got heavier and heavier, and the sultry weather turned cooler and cooler, but my heart was still on fire.
I seem to be slowly growing up a little ......
Rain Story 5The sky was overcast, it was about to rain, a team of small ants hurried back home. They were carrying something heavier than their own bodies and were in a hurry to get home before it rained. Suddenly, a small river blocked their way. The little ants racked their brains and finally came up with a brilliant idea - "boat-pooling". Just see the ants one after another to jump down the river, and then hand in hand to each other "lock" up, the young and strong in the outer circle, the old and weak in the inner circle. This will form a "ants round boat". Then, in the outer circle of the ants and swinging feet, with the whole "round boat" slowly drift to the other side.
To the center of the river, not good! The current is fast, the water surface straight spinning, the whole "ants round boat" by the current rushed to turn directly, the size of the ants were turned dizzy. Suddenly, there are a few ants unfortunately washed away by the rapids, just when a few ants want to go to save them, was the older ants drank: "Do not go! Once you flash loose to save them, this ship will be ruined, and all of us will have to be buried in this water. It will have to be a total loss then! In order for most of us to survive and return home safely, we can only sacrifice our little selves to preserve our big selves!" Those ants ready to go to the rescue heard, think it makes sense, had to endure the grief, tears shrink back to the helping hand.
At this time, a soldier ant volunteered to come forward and said quickly, "I'll shout the password, you listen to my password action!" "Push to the right! ......" Under the command of the soldier ant, the rest of the ants finally reached the other side safely!
There are always good and bad stories, and mom said, "So is life!" I seem to understand!
The story of the rain6
Time, like the fine sand held in the fingertips, is always quietly slipping away from the fingers, never to return.
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I remember in the fourth grade of elementary school, I was very naughty, is a real "tomboy".
It was raining.
People with a variety of colorful umbrellas, walking through the streets, like a colorful river, slowly flowing into the streets and alleys. Whenever this time comes, it is the most joyful moment for me. I would jump around like a little monkey in my rain boots and raincoat, often having so much fun that I would forget to go home.
But today, the gloomy weather was as unpleasant as my mood: I failed my math test again today.
I was lost in thought, walking among the crowds, on the streets, in the pouring rain. Usually the curved eyebrows of the beautiful twisted into a ball; the eyes of the gleaming eyes at this moment eclipsed; often upturned corners of the mouth at this time listless, as if to predict the heavy mood of its owner at this moment.
Walking, only to hear "ouch!" A sound, I seem to hit something. Turned back to stare, it turned out to be a fifty-year-old uncle. He was thin, yellow hands trembling, struggling to get up, thin face, a pair of wooden eyes blankly looking ahead. Ah, so he was blind!
I hastened to help him up, and he "looked" at me with his wooden eyes and said, "Thank you." At that moment, I was a little surprised: how could a blind man dare to come out alone?
"Uncle, your eyes are not convenient, how can you go out alone?" I asked. I asked, if it were me, I would never dare to go out alone, one is for safety, the second is because ...... inferiority complex, right?
Uncle's blank eyes have a glow, he smiled at me and said: "People ah, always have to look forward, is not it? How can you run away from the battlefield and give up your life when you encounter setbacks? The road is not still a long, long?"
With that, he dusted off his body, fumbled to pick up the guide stick that fell on the ground, and continued to walk slowly through the rainy streets and alleys. I watched this amazing uncle for a long, long time ......
The rain stopped, and a gorgeous rainbow appeared in the sky, brilliant, and dazzling.
rain story 7The rain is still coming down, the thin raindrops fall in the stagnant water, rippling a circle of small ripples. The road in the rain seems to be more peaceful than usual, and the air in the rain makes people feel extra fresh.
I held an umbrella and walked in the rain. The willows on the side of the road are like graceful girls, combing their long hair in the drizzle. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. Halfway down the road, a voice suddenly sounded behind me: "Hey, you're going so slow, aren't you afraid of being late? Walking so slowly, not afraid of being late ah!" The sound was so loud that it couldn't help but startle me, and at the same time drew the people around me to stop and look. I turned around to look back, and was greeted by an unfamiliar face. My instincts told me that I didn't recognize the boy. Both of us were stunned. At the same time, the smile on the boy's face froze and his expression became embarrassed. Obviously, he had realized that he had mistaken the wrong person. The pedestrians around us cast curious gazes at us. The boy's face turned green for a while, red for a while, and his expression became more and more embarrassed. At this point, I had a flash of light, I do not know whether to save him or save themselves, that originally had reached my mouth, "I do not know you" actually swallowed back, the ghost of God said: "You go first! I'll be right there." The people around us turned back with relief and went their own way. The boy's face gradually recovered, smiled heartily at me and said, "Thank you!" "You're welcome, just go!" I said hurriedly picking up the conversation. The boy rode on the car gradually disappeared in the rain and fog, I looked at the back of the rain and fog, the heart can not help but a burst of relief.
I continued to walk in the rain curtain. Silky tiny raindrops like a naughty little elf bouncing back and forth, the water on the ground also splashed ripples. The rain is still falling, the air is full of tranquility, the wind seems extraordinarily soft ...... My heart is even wider. Because I made a boy out of embarrassment, and what is more pleasing than to free a person from an embarrassing situation?
Rain Story 8It was a rainy afternoon, I played my own lovely little flower umbrella rush through the alley between my house downstairs, bean rain hit the umbrella, hit the flower table, also hit the neighbor's closed glass window, and some touched the leaves, and then mischievous jumped to my face, so that I almost can not open my eyes. I was so annoyed that I quickened my pace, just wanting to get back to my warm home as soon as possible. However, the sky was not to my liking, the alley that usually felt particularly wide seemed to have been made much narrower by the rain all of a sudden, and the road surface also seemed to have become uneven, walking on it was deep and shallow, and when I stepped on it, it splashed up with sewage all over my pants legs. "Damn it!" I cursed inwardly, but those naughty little elves paid absolutely no attention to what I was thinking, and the whole alley was just the sound they made. No, there was ......
"Thunk," "Ahh," one sound followed by another came clearly through the rain line into my ears. I turned my head to look and saw a gray-haired grandmother fall to the ground at the corner of the alley, her face covered with mud and water, her body covered with dirt and grime, and a round wooden walking stick was thrown a meter away from her, so that no one could bear to look at her. The grandmother gritted her teeth and covered her knees with her hands, letting the naughty raindrops play with her. I just wanted to run over to help the grandmother up, just then, from the other side ran a little girl with a bright red scarf tied around her neck, looking about the same age as me, and she also had a small umbrella in her hand. It seems that she also heard the sound and rushed here, she put the umbrella to the grandmother's head with one hand, and used the other hand to help the grandmother up with great effort. "Granny, are you alright? Did you fall and hurt? Look, you're all wet, let me take you home." The little girl's face was full of worry. Probably afraid that the grandmother could not hear, louder, mixed with the sound of the rain, I can still clearly hear the little girl's clear voice. The grandmother nodded her head, her eyes full of gratitude. The little girl picked up the crutches clamped under the hand holding the grandmother's hand, the other hand to help the grandmother umbrella, step by step in the direction of the grandmother's fingers, gradually disappeared in the rain cover ......
Granny and the little girl left, leaving me to stand stupidly in the rain cover, a stream of warmth surged to my heart, I often wondered Revival of China we children should do something, do what? The little girl is the role model, revitalization of China, starting from me, starting from you, starting from now, starting from the small things around us, love can also be revitalization.
The rain came down with a crash, and the sky was dim.
My sister and I hurried out of the door, only to realize that we had only brought an umbrella.
"What's going to happen now? It's going to be a traffic jam with all this rain, Chickie, will you be late for class?" She didn't mention the umbrella, but first eagerly asked me if I was late.
I shook my head and said I didn't know. She sighed as well.
"Guh-" my stomach growled.
"You're hungry? Let's go, my sister is going to get you a burger." She lowered, her head to look at me with concern.
I was a little jaw-dropped that the rain was so loud and she could feel it.
"Wow..." the wind got stronger and the rain got sharper, like a pot of water slamming down.
The wind tugged at the umbrella, and my sister almost didn't hold on to it, or it would have flown away.
The rain and fog gradually thickened, dazzled the street, the lights of the car, the shadow of the green tree, has long been hidden.
The ground hit the splash, jumped up, naughty tugging my pants. My sister and I walked, faster and faster, across the road.
I couldn't help but get a little cold, and began to shiver a little. My sister held me in her arms, holding the umbrella in one hand, and she obviously realized that my body was shaking, so she protected me even more tightly.
In the distance, we could see that the bus we were going to take was coming, and the bus stop was swarming with people.
We were no longer walking, but running forward at breakneck speed. The car! The car! Gotta go! Going away!
"Ouch!" Somehow, my sister tripped and fell, and those shoes were instantly cut open by a stone.
"Master! Stop!" My sister and I ran while gasping for air.
The car finally stopped and my sister walked me to the car.
"The umbrella is for you first! Be good! Sister wait until the rain stops before you go ah! Bye!" The car was already moving and she was still following me while waving.
I moved slowly and waved too. As soon as she turned around, her back was hidden in the misty smoky rain. I hold the hot umbrella handle, there is an indescribable feeling in my heart ......
Rain, still falling, only, much smaller, slowly ticking, ticking ......
Rain Story 10One day, the little rabbit was picking mushrooms in the forest It was raining heavily.
Suddenly, the little rabbit saw a very big mushroom, and thought to himself, "Such a big mushroom is quite suitable to be used as an umbrella, let's use it as an umbrella!" The little rabbit pulled down the big mushroom and walked towards home with the mushroom umbrella.
Halfway there, the rabbit saw the butterflies and bees soaked by the rain, and thought to himself, "How poor they are! So the little rabbit walked over and said, "Otherwise I'll give you my umbrella!" The butterfly and the bee asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting wet?" The little rabbit said, "It's okay, I'm not afraid." The little butterfly went home with the umbrella and the little bee. Bunny covered his head with his hands and hurried toward home.
By the time they got home, the rain had stopped and Rabbit's clothes were soaked. The rabbit changed into clean clothes and hung the wet clothes on the drying rack.
At that moment, the sun came out, and the rabbit saw the sun giving him a thumbs up and smiling at him.
In the white mist of the rain, a kindness nourished the heart, and a gardenia named Thanks bloomed in the rain.
That day I went to cram school as usual, and when I was in the classroom, I saw heavy rain outside the window. Fortunately, the rain gradually decreased after the end of the school day. I was able to get out of the classroom, and I dashed home with my umbrella. But halfway home, the rain, which had already gotten smaller, got heavier again, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, like a curtain about to fall. The pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, and I also hid under the umbrella to speed up my pace.
I just turned the intersection, only to see a bus coming, it is my home bus. I rushed towards the station, but suddenly tripped over a puddle under my feet. As I struggled to get up, a pair of warm hands helped me up. Without bothering to say thank you or the muddy stains on my legs, I made a dash for the bus that was about to close its doors. I vaguely heard someone behind me shout something, but that voice was then drowned out by the sound of the closing door. I glanced at the crowd outside the bus, but the bus started, and they quickly retreated.
As soon as I was seated, I pulled paper out of my bag to wipe the mud from my pants. Why is my book bag open? I rummaged through it. Where's my language book? I checked my bag on the way out! Did I drop it at the station? I looked out the window and saw the wind and rain crashing in the east and the west, and when the wind blew, the glass was covered with water droplets. I hurriedly got off at the next stop, I held up my umbrella, stood on the street and looked back, feeling that between the two stops became as far away as two cities.
I walked helplessly back through the rain, which got heavier and heavier, getting raindrops in my hair and eyes. When I ran into the station out of breath, I saw an auntie holding a thick book, none other than my language book! Auntie was standing on her tiptoes in the rain, looking my way as if she was anxiously waiting for something. It was then that I realized that the person who helped me just now was also her! Just then, Auntie's eyes met mine, and she waved me over, "Son, this is your book, isn't it? Here, don't delay your studies. Just fell hurt it, look at the body wet ...... "I took the book, I found the plastic book cover without a little water stains, auntie's hair but hanging beads of water. I was y moved by the aunt's warm words and selfless behavior: "Thank you for helping me just now, and still waiting for me here!" Auntie smiled and said, "Be careful in the future, don't be in a hurry to get on the bus and trip again, what if you fall and break it?" "Well, thank you auntie." I just finished the words of thanks, she turned around and hurriedly merged into the crowd.
Looking at the back of the aunt went away, a stream of warmth surged through my whole body, a burst of fragrance secretly floating, as if a budding gardenia is quietly open. The rain stopped, there is a rainbow outside the window across the whole sky, from this end of the ground across to that end, it is all the world's soft colors solidified in the high sky.
Rain Stories 12Have you ever heard rain that sings?
In our part of the world, with its majestic Qinling Mountains, wide Wei River, fertile land, and many places of interest, there is such rain, which sings joyfully.
The rain sings in the valley: Brush Brush Brush ......
The flowers, plants and trees must have understood what it sang, so they had a lively recital, the flowers danced, the grasses sang, and the big trees accompanied it ......
The rain sang in the river: clattering ......
The river must have heard what it sang, and the rain hit the surface of the river, flooding it with many small blisters, linking them together and chasing them as they drifted off into the distance.
The rain sings in the fields: rustle ......
The seedlings must have understood what it sings, the seedlings poked out the lovely little head, stretched out the tender green hand, smacked the little mouth, drank a good time.
In our part of the world, as long as it rains, you can hear this song: Brush, brush, clatter, rustle ......
Nature offers you a piece of the rain that sings happily ......
rain story 13 < p> On a cold winter day, I finished my classes and returned home, when suddenly the sky clouded up with thunder and lightning, and it poured down rain. The rain got heavier and heavier, spilling on the ground and splashing, evoking an old teacher in my mind who was still in school.I heard that Ms. Hong's home can be far away, in the square! How could such an old teacher run to the square in the rain?
I thought I should send an umbrella to Ms. Hong. So I took two umbrellas, put on my shoes, and ran quickly to the school.
Along the way, a string of rain drops on me cold, a burst of cool wind from the face, let the rain knocked my face, I do not dare to slow down their pace. I forced myself to endure the stinging pain and ran towards the school.
Finally, I saw Ms. Hong shrinking under the eaves to hide from the rain, I ran over and handed the umbrella to Ms. Hong. When I said goodbye, Mr. Hong stroked my head and said, "What a sensible child." I heard, my face is no longer so painful, heart warm.
From then on, I loved math class, and of course, I got closer to Ms. Hong.
Rain Story 14It was raining again.
I stood by the window and watched the thin rain outside the window was falling diagonally with the wind, like icy needles, like sharp spikes, I don't know when it will stop. "Tick-" Suddenly, a few drops of rain fell on my face with a bone-chilling chill. I couldn't help but shiver. I pulled the collar of my jacket to get warm. But didn't move away. Because I felt cold, not only body cold, but also heart cold.
This semester's final exam, because of some physical discomfort, so some play is not normal. I thought that my parents would understand me. However, but I did not expect them to hear the news on the angry, constantly counting me. After I defended myself several times to no avail, the tears I had been holding back for a long time finally flowed out of my eyes, and I turned around and ran back to my room. But they were still shouting, "You didn't do well in the exam and you still don't listen to the lecture, you are really getting more and more worthless!" I lay on my bed sobbing, trying not to cry out. After a long time, they answered a phone call and went out. I finally cried out.
I wrote the word "grades" fiercely on the paper, and then drew a fork on it fiercely, while thinking angrily: grades, grades, are grades more important than me?
Suddenly, the door sounded knocking, I reluctantly got up to open the door. Open the door, suddenly surprised - it is the class teacher. His glasses covered with a layer of water mist, looks fuzzy, but can not block his kind eyes; hair constantly droplets, it seems to have been in the rain for a long time. He glanced at me, perhaps because of the undried tearstains on his face, and asked with concern, "Did you just cry? Got criticized by your parents, didn't you." I said with some surprise, "Teacher, how did you know?" "That's why I came here, I know that your parents are very strict with you, I'm afraid that they will criticize you, so I came to take a look." Said and laughed again, "What, just let me stand dry at the door?" I then realized my rudeness and hurriedly invited the teacher to come in and sit down.
I went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for the teacher, but came out to find the teacher is looking at a piece of paper on the table out of focus. I carefully put the water on the table, suddenly, the teacher said, "grades bother you?" I stammered, but couldn't get out a complete sentence. The teacher sighed and said in a serious tone, "What really bothers you should be your parents!" My face flushed red but I didn't say anything, only the liquid in my eyes flowed down and slid across my cheeks.
The teacher gestured for me to sit down, and said kindly: "Is there any grievance, just say it." I still bowed my head and did not say anything. "Although it may be true that the methods adopted by your parents are a bit extreme, there is no doubt that they are doing it for your own good, and you should adapt to their way of education and sympathize with them."
"But I just can't adapt." I was a little aggravated, "I always feel like they value marks more than me."
Suddenly, the teacher's expression became very serious, he said in a serious tone, "You have to know, no matter how your parents treat you, the starting point is because they love you. You should communicate well with your parents, perhaps the relationship between you will improve a lot. Remember?"
Teacher, I remember that parents love their children. And, I also understand another thing: teachers, too, love their students. It is out of this love that teachers care for their students.
I believe that as long as the students understand this love, the students, too, will love the teacher.
What is friendship? Some people say that it is a lighthouse in the darkness; some people say that it is a beam of sunshine in the confusion; some people say that it is a spring in the desert ...... I think that friendship is an umbrella in the rainy day.
That day, the sky whimpered. No rain gear I stayed, standing in the pouring rain, watching others one by one by parents picked up, I can only greedily sniffing the smell of food from who knows who.
Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure. It was my classmate Yang Diani, who saw me with an umbrella and said in surprise: "Wang Lijia, why are you still here? No one came to pick you up?" I asked, "Why are you here?" "Don't mention it!" She looked pleased, "I forgot my workbook in the classroom, and I had to fold it over to get it, so I was annoyed to death! By the way, what about you?" I scratched my head in embarrassment and said, "No one took me, and I can't walk well in the rain." "Oh! I see!" She quickly shoved her umbrella in my hand and said, "I'll lend it to you for the day." As soon as the words left her mouth, she scampered away. When I came back to my senses, she has disappeared in the school building ......
In fact, not only in real life, in the growth of the road is also the same, I often encounter difficulties, friends will always send a "umbrella", as the Soviet educator As the former Soviet educator Bielinsky said: "real friends do not put the friendship on the mouth, they do not ask each other for friendship, but each other for each other to do all the things that can be done."