The rain has been falling, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, but there is no sign of stopping.

I walked slowly on the road without an umbrella and let the rain hit me. I look down at those puddles from time to time, and the rain drops in the puddles, causing ripples, as if there is a smile hole, and a little smile is made. Bubbles like goldfish's big eyes appeared on the water. Looking forward through the falling rain, I happened to see a pair of passers-by The mother carried her daughter's schoolbag and helped her open an umbrella.

This scene is familiar, no, it's too familiar, just like when my mother and I were kids.

Every rainy day in primary school, whenever I rush out of school after school, I will always see my mother's familiar figure. My mother always greets me when I leave school. Whether I like it or not, she took the schoolbag off me, carried it on her back, and covered my clothes with an umbrella.

My mother pulled me, fearing that I might have a "close contact" with the rain or the ground if I was not careful. But I always walk unsteadily. Step into the puddle for a while, and reach out to pick up the naughty raindrops for a while.

Sometimes, when my clothes are wet and my shoes are wet, I will be surprisingly quiet. My mother saw me so quiet and asked, "Is my clothes wet?" I looked down guiltily: "No," he said, while secretly wiping wet sleeves on my back. The sleeves were not dry, but my back was wet.

Mother smiled helplessly, thinking that I was in a coma, and tilted her umbrella towards me. When I got home, there was no wet place except on my sleeves and back. Besides, my mother is mostly wet.

Suddenly, I miss that big umbrella. Surrounded by it, it will be blocked regardless of the wind and rain outside. There is a warmth of home in the big umbrella, but now ...

Unconsciously, it has reached my door, and the mother and daughter have disappeared.

Water drops drop by drop along my skirt, my hair sticks to my face, and thin water flows into a drop at my chin and then drops down.

I took a deep breath, slowly pushed open the door and walked to the room. Without warning, a hand that is not slender and full of calluses is stretched out next to it. It is a dry towel with some white hair. "Wipe your hair." Turning my head, I saw a familiar face. It was my mother.

This humble move seems to add a warmth of home. It seems to touch the softest place in my heart. Originally this warm not fade away, but I was too careless! This warmth may make my cold heart flexible!

The second part: the warmth in the rain

It began to rain. I stood at the school gate and looked up at the sky with an umbrella. Gloomy, let a person feel inexplicably depressed. I can't help feeling a little annoyed when I watch the classmates around me being picked up one by one. Why hasn't my mother come yet?

Just thinking, an electric car slowly stopped in front of me, and my mother turned her head and her face was covered under the rain. I only see a pair of glasses, which are full of water droplets. Mother reached out and handed me a rag. I took it and wiped my seat and sat on it.

My mother turned to look at me, whispered sit still, and then turned her head to concentrate on cycling. I covered my whole body in my mother's poncho, leaned my head on my mother's back, looked down at the rain on the ground, but my mouth was restless. Wearing a poncho, my mother and I talked loudly about school. My mother listened, smiled from time to time and answered me a few words from time to time.

I was wearing a poncho, and my mother's voice came faintly. I feel so warm that I can even feel her smiling and talking. I kept talking, as if to tell everything about the school. Say that finish, I naturally have nothing to say, can only look down at the water on the ground.

Rain accumulated into puddles on the road, and people's reflections were clearly visible. Mom's electric car passed by, and it was a little wavy when it was slow, and a pile of water was splashed when it was fast. Whenever my mother reminds me to lift my feet, I quickly lift my feet, and water splashes from under the wheels and rubs my shoes. The water splashed everywhere, and it felt like glass carving. The water splashed around and turned into round water drops, which was so beautiful that people were moved.

Sometimes I put my hand out of the poncho and feel the feeling of raindrops in my hand. The air around me is not as hot as before, but it is cool. Rain drops on my hands and a breeze blows, which makes me feel very cool and comfortable. Smelling the fragrance of a tree mixed with mother's body fragrance is very charming.

In this pleasant environment, I got on my mother's electric car and drove home slowly. Hiding in the poncho, listening to the rain outside the poncho, I feel refreshed. Unconsciously, in this atmosphere, I closed my eyes and began to listen to good music outside with my ears.

Suddenly, I feel that I am alone, in a world with only rain. I opened my eyes, looked at the ground and saw my reflection in the water: I looked at the reflection in the water and smiled. Just then, my mother's gentle voice sounded. It turns out that we have returned home before we know it.

At that time, the warmth in the rain slowly welled up in my heart, but now I still feel warm when I think about it.

The third article: "Warmth is Everywhere"

"Bang, bang, bang ..." The old clock in the living room struck seven times, which awakened my confused consciousness: "Ah! It's seven o'clock, I overslept. "

I dressed in a hurry, pulled up my sneakers and rushed into the living room with a "bird's nest" on my head. While complaining loudly that my mother didn't wake me up in time, I packed my schoolbag and combed my hair in a panic. Finally, at my mother's insistence, I managed to swallow a few mouthfuls of breakfast and rushed out of the house.

Today is the first time to attend counseling, don't be late! While praying, I hurried to the expressway and stopped the bus that was about to leave.

Hoo ~ finally caught up. After stepping into the bus again, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. At this time, the stewardess sister came to me with a standard smile. I put my hand into my pocket to get the money. "Hey? Where's my money? " However, I searched my pockets and found no money. The stewardess seems a little impatient, and my face is burning with anxiety.

I started rummaging through my schoolbag. As a result, I turned my schoolbag upside down and found only a one-dollar coin. Oh, no, this is embarrassing! No money. I stood up awkwardly, a little at a loss, and didn't know whether to stay where I was or get off consciously. I looked around with luck, hoping to meet some acquaintances. However, "the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel"-I don't know anyone. I bowed my head in despair.

"Little girl, don't you have any money?" Uncle driver saw my embarrassment in the rearview mirror. I looked down shyly and twisted my skirt nervously, ready to be kicked out of the car. "Ha ha, it doesn't matter!" The driver's uncle smiled kindly, opened a small box in front of him and took out some coins and handed them to me.

I looked at him in surprise and forgot to reach for the money. "Take it!" He said. I had to reach out and catch it, and bowed deeply to express my gratitude: "Thank you!" ""it's okay! I always meet a few sloppy people like you in a week. The driver's uncle smiled and said, "I also have a daughter, about your age, who often forgets to bring change." ..."

I secretly looked at the driver's uncle, oh, no! It's this father! Like most ordinary fathers, he wears ordinary clothes, looks ordinary and has a slightly thin figure. Give people a simple and cordial feeling. It can be seen that when he mentioned his daughter, the smile on his face became stronger, full of fatherly kindness and dazzling like sunshine.

I sat in the car and looked out of the window. Oh, I don't know when the willow branches on the roadside have exposed green buds, and the warm spring breeze is mixed with the smell of fresh soil and grass. The sunshine in spring is mild and not dazzling, just like the smile of the uncle driver.

I feel everything is so beautiful! I looked at the ordinary and simple silhouette of the driver's uncle, and a warm current quietly poured into my heart.

I know that warmth is a kind of warmth called fatherly love. ...

Article 4: "Warmth"

Warmth is like an indicator lamp, which lights up a little light for people walking in the dark; Warmth is like an oasis in the desert, giving the hungry people new hope; Warmth is like a fire in the snow, which makes people strengthen their faith and fight against the snow.

It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. Who hasn't been moved by the subtlety of life? Who has never felt a trace of warmth in his life? 2 1 century is a century full of love. No matter when and where, you always feel that the world is warm.

Warm moments are quiet but not lonely. Dependence is also a kind of warmth. Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever. Simple happiness, full of warm time.

This kind of warmth is ordinary, appearing in our lives: warmth is the reminder of mother; Warmth is grandma's careful care before traveling; Warmth is the teacher's comforting words when the exam is not ideal. The warmth I feel comes from an umbrella.

When I was very young, it rained in kindergarten, and my grandfather always took an umbrella when he came to pick me up. Just a different little umbrella. However, I feel very different.

When I was a child, I was very simple and ignorant, and I didn't know what my elders thought. Grandpa loves me very much. Every time it rains, the two of us hold an umbrella, which seems to be broken and always leans towards me. Therefore, every time I go home, Grandpa becomes a "drowned rat".

Because I am young, I don't care about my grandfather at this time, but make fun of him. He looks at me affectionately. Now think about it, how ignorant I was at that time!

When I grow up and go to primary school, I still use that small umbrella. When I see the umbrella leaning, I will ask my grandfather, "Why does this umbrella always lean towards me?" Grandpa smiled and said, "Because she likes you, Big Umbrella likes to walk askew." I nodded my head. Now, I have grown up and lost my childlike innocence. My grandfather is old. But grandpa's love for me hasn't diminished at all.

Grandpa was sent to the hospital because of his bad cough. Once he came home from school, it rained heavily, and I was in a hurry to go to the hospital to see my grandfather. What should I do without an umbrella? At this time, I remembered my grandfather's umbrella for me, and the big umbrella that I like to walk crooked, and tears came to my eyes when I remembered it.

At this moment, a familiar figure came along, grandpa! I hurried to grandpa's side and held the same umbrella with him. As usual, the umbrella is still crooked. I felt very warm in my heart and inclined my umbrella to grandpa. Grandpa just wanted to push over, and I smiled and said, "Grandpa, the umbrella has been tilted to my side for more than ten years." It's time to change sides! " "

Grandpa's love is selfless, and he makes me feel warm. Similarly, there is warmth everywhere in this world, and that deep warmth comes from the heart that is as hot as fire. It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart. I feel warm enough to haunt my life.