In my memory, there are many things that moved me. They are like the stars in the sky, shining and illuminating for me at night. But there is a star with a weak light that lingers in my mind.

"Get up, the sun is going to burn your ass!" This is what grandma often says to me. If I hear this sentence, it means that I will be late soon. I washed up in a hurry and went to school before I had breakfast. Walking to the door, grandma cried again. "It's going to rain today. Get an umbrella quickly! " I stuck my head out of the window with a grain of salt and muttered, "It won't rain on such a fine day, so I won't take an umbrella." Then he turned stubbornly and ran out the door.

The weather changed halfway, without mercy. Soon, a downpour followed. My mind is spinning fast, and I think it's better to run to school, but when I get to school, I hear the sound of reading. I walked into the classroom with my head down and my face red. I thought my classmates would laugh at me and my teacher would criticize me. I didn't expect my classmates to be surprisingly quiet, with a pair of eyes staring at me. The red face is redder now.

I only heard the teacher ask me with concern: "Is it cold?" I nodded timidly like a kitten. The teacher turned to look at her daughter and said, "You are wearing a lot today. Put on your coat!" " ! "On this day, I spent it safely.

The next day, I came to school. My classmates said that the teacher's daughter was ill because she wore less clothes. After hearing this, I felt like an overturned five-flavor bottle, and I kept blaming myself: if I had listened to my grandmother, she wouldn't have been sick with an umbrella, alas. ...

Through this incident, I finally understand that there are true feelings in the world.