Autumn is coming again, and the drizzle covers the whole sky. As soon as I reached out, raindrops fell on my hands, which was so comfortable. Suddenly, I saw the flower umbrella, and I remembered the beautiful story that happened in autumn.
On that day, the rain came and went, sometimes it rained cats and dogs, and sometimes it rained in Mao Mao. When I was about to step out of the kindergarten gate, it began to rain again. I have no choice but to wait patiently. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, the rain seems to be joking with me. Finally, I couldn't help it. I was about to pick up my schoolbag and rush over, when she appeared and handed me a flower umbrella. I looked up and saw that it was her. I said to her, "What would you do if you lent me your umbrella?" "Nothing, my home is near the school." She said. I didn't think much at that time, so I went home with an umbrella.
The next day, I was about to return the flower umbrella to her. She's not here. The teacher said to us in class, "A classmate is sick today and can't come to school. Please ask the students who live in Yangsha Mountain to help her with her homework! " ""Yangsha Mountain! "Her family actually lives in Yangsha Mountain, and it takes half an hour to drive! Besides, her family has a long way to go, so it's strange not to get sick! I regretted it at that time, because if I hadn't taken her umbrella, she wouldn't be sick and she could come to school happily today. Well, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken this umbrella! In the afternoon, she came to class. I immediately picked up the flower umbrella and returned it to her. She said to me with a flower umbrella, "What's the matter, didn't you get wet?" I blushed and said, "No, I'm sorry." "Nothing, just a disease. Why bother? " Say that finish, we both laughed happily.
Kindergarten is over, and everyone has to part. That day, I gave her a pencil case, and she gave me an umbrella, that flower umbrella, that flower umbrella that set up our friendship.
I touched the flower umbrella, and the voice and smile of that classmate reappeared in front of me. Ah, my beloved flower umbrella, I don't know when I can be with your master.
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Even if the distance is far away, the distance between heart and heart will not change, because every autumn. ...
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Another autumn, the sky is still blue, clear and clean, and occasionally a few clouds float, but the original color is restored. A few leaves drifted down in a trance and fell to the ground, leaving only loneliness and silence.
"Look, flying leaves." My sister took my hand and looked up at a tall buttonwood tree. At the same time, we noticed that the fallen leaves made a circle in mid-air and floated down leisurely. This situation seems to have returned to the autumn two years ago. ...
It is also such a day, but the air is filled with a trace of melancholy and anxiety, replacing the happy atmosphere. It was under this tree that I met the lovely Xiaoyu, a child who also loves fallen leaves. The fallen leaves in early autumn always fall quietly in our happiness. Play, fight, run ... This stout tree in autumn is our world, and once we were a beautiful scenic line under it. During the break, Xiaoyu and I leaned against the tree and talked about our ideals. Xiaoyu often says that she wants to study in Nanjing. The sunshine at that time was very warm ~ ~ ~
The next day was calm, and we were all working hard for the graduation exam. As soon as the bell of the final exam rang, I immediately ran out of the classroom, took Xiaoyu's hand and said happily, where shall we play in the summer vacation? However, Xiaoyu broke free from my hand, endured tears in her eyes and was silent. After a long silence, she told me that she was going to study in Nanjing. In an instant, bitter tears, blowing in the wind. ...
When Xiaoyu left, I hugged her tightly and told her in a commanding tone that you should remember to miss me and take good care of yourself. I see. Pull. Xiaoyu rubbed his nose and looked at me as happily as possible. At the moment when she turned around, I saw leaves falling beside Xiaoyu in a trance.
"Sister, what are you thinking?" My sister pulled my skirt. "My sister is remembering a beautiful story." I looked up, took a deep breath, raised my mouth slightly, closed my eyes and looked forward to the falling leaves in the warm autumn sun.