On the accumulation of warm composition materials 1
“Oh, what a nag!” After mom left, I complained in my room.
Mom and dad, grandparents always like to nag. When they see me, they always say, “It’s time to change clothes!” ” “The homework should be written!” “Read the book well!” “Eat more vegetables!” ….. In short, “nonsense” is endless, and my ears are calloused.
But on that rainy day, I understood that this nagging has a temperature.
In the morning, my mother said, “It may rain at noon, so take a poncho.” I thought sullenly: It’s clear outside in Wan Li, how can it rain! He casually said, “Oh!” Soon, I forgot about it and concentrated on the spot check in Chinese class.
By the second class in the morning, it was cloudy. I thought of my mother’s words and regretted it. I just prayed that it wouldn’t rain at noon.
“Boom!” A loud thunder flashed across my ears, and it rained heavily outside. I stood under the teaching building, and my face couldn’t tell whether it was tears or rain. Fortunately, the teacher asked us to take shelter from the rain under the house, otherwise I would be a “drowned rat”.
At this moment, I saw a familiar figure-mother! I flew over, and my mother quickly put on my poncho, complaining, “Look at you, I asked you to bring a raincoat, but you didn’t. Really, what should I do if I catch a cold?” I smiled and smiled with tears in my eyes.
I see: this nagging is the voice of affection and warm nagging.
On the accumulation of warm composition materials II
I have a small pink umbrella. Whenever I hold this small umbrella on rainy days, a warm current comes to my mind.
That day, the weather was a little gloomy, and I rode my bike to school. The breeze blows gently, and I ride so fast that I can’t stop the car.
After a while, the clouds became thicker and thicker. Is it going to rain? I can’t help speeding up. Sure enough, in a short time, raindrops jumped down from the air like naughty dolls. I remember the umbrella in my car basket, huh? Where is the umbrella? I rode too fast and dropped my umbrella. I also can not consider many, braved the rain to speed up and ran to school. Raindrops slowly merged into small streams on the ground and flowed to low-lying areas. The rain has wet my clothes. Although it is June, I feel a little cold vaguely. When I entered the school, just as I parked my bike, someone behind me seemed to call me. As soon as I turned my head, I saw a girl and handed me an umbrella with a smile.
I looked up and looked at her face. She was gasping for breath, and the rain fell down from her ponytail and fell to the ground. “Umbrella, your umbrella, here.” Only then did I see that it was my umbrella. I didn’t know what kind of mood I should thank her, because I felt that 10 thousand words of thanks were not as good as her running all the way. How long did she chase me? Nobody knows. “What’s your name? Thank you so much! ” I want to know the names of good people. “Call me Tong Tong.” She is still smiling. A breeze blew, accompanied by the rain into the canopy, and I felt full of warmth.
Although it has been more than a year since this incident, I still feel warm in my heart every time I think of that rainy day. There are many beautiful things in the world, sometimes at that moment, it will touch your soul and spur you to grow.