Composition of Affection in the Rain (1)

Love is like a continuous rain, like a warm breeze, like a new green full of life.

The weather in summer is unpredictable, sometimes cloudless, sometimes dark clouds, just like a naughty child, playing the game of face changing.

The sun shines on people more viciously these days. Instead of the soft beauty of spring, it is more straightforward, which makes people uncomfortable. After a while, the light rain comes to add some fun to the poisonous and boring summer. The wind also comes to dance from time to time. The graceful willow also starts her dance, and the leaves rustle from time to time, making the boring summer interesting. However, the students were not happy to see this scene. The journey was not smooth. The worry in their hearts did not become comfortable with the light rain. How should they go home? Their hearts moved with the rain. At this time, even the wind began to become wild. Sometimes it pierced the students' hearts. Their thoughts had broken through the encirclement. They drifted into the rain, home, and loved ones.

Unable to resist the yearning in my heart, I finally dialed the phone. It became colder outside. At the other end of the phone, the kind care made the students' restless hearts become stable. At this time, the wind seemed to spread with temperature, blowing my heart warm, and the rain on my heart became powerless.

No matter what you lose, don't lose your family. Family members are family members after all. Your blood is full of cut and cut fate. Grasp family members and don't cherish them when they are lost.

Composition of Affection in the Rain (2)

At noon, when school was almost over, the sky suddenly became dark and cloudy. Unexpectedly, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. But my parents have to work overtime today. How can I go home today? Other students had their parents to pick them up. Watching the crowd surging, my tears could not help turning around in my eyes, just like a bird can't fly into the blue sky and find my mother.

I waited and waited, and suddenly a familiar figure ran over. It was my father. Although he held the umbrella in his hand, he didn't open it. It turned out that my father came running over and was wet. My father took a bag in his hand. My father took out the things in the bag. It was a coat. My father quickly covered me, and then he said to me: "Daughter, what are you still doing? Let's go. Dad will take you home!"

My father opened the umbrella and held my little hand, which was red with cold. In a moment, I felt how warm my father's hand was. As I walked, I found that my father's clothes were more than half wet. My father was afraid that I would get caught in the rain, so he deliberately tilted his umbrella over me. Looking at this scene, my tears finally could not help but ran across my cheeks drop by drop.

The unforgettable experience in the rain left me permanent memories. That kind of warm affection has left me a profound enlightenment.

Composition of Affection in the Rain (3)

At noon today, I helped my mother cook as usual. After a crackle in the kitchen, a dish was served. I shouted: "Serve the dishes!" Who knows, my five or six year old brother hit me in the stomach like a blind man. It was over, and the good dish was gone, but my brother began to cry. When my mother looked back, she began to scold me indiscriminately: "What are you doing? Why don't you serve your food well and provoke your brother? This is good, one dish of food will be gone..." I wanted to explain, but my mother didn't give me a chance, and my brother cried even more, so my mother slapped me. I ran away from home in a fit of pique.

But in retrospect, I think I also made a mistake. My younger brother is still young, so I should give way to prevent such a thing from happening. I thought of this and ran home. Not far away, I heard my mother calling me. My mother was waiting for me at the door. At this time, I cried again, and I hurried to my mother.

"Mom -- Mom --" "Son, come on!" I immediately threw myself into my mother's arms

Students, it is common for conflicts to occur at home. We should learn to compromise, so that our home will be full of warmth and affection!

Composition of Affection in the Rain (4)

It has been raining constantly these days, which has disturbed people's restlessness and unhappiness! After school at noon, the rain kept falling. A little girl ran away in a hurry with a green umbrella under the rain, her face shining with hope. Watching her fast walking in the rain, her face slowly and slowly became desperate. She lost hope completely. She carried her steps slowly and gently. At the time when she was confused, her eyes lit up, her face flashed a sweet smile, and all her troubles were thrown out of the clouds. She shouted at the woman on the black battery car, "Mom Mom!" It turned out that she had been waiting for someone, her own mother! She jumped into the car and looked at her mother's trouser legs. They were already wet. She concluded that it was the rain on the way home from her mother. "How about it? Don't get wet!" asked the mother with concern. The little girl wanted to say no, but her body failed and she sneezed a lot. The mother was worried, touched the little girl's face, and accelerated the driving speed, hoping to go home soon! The little girl lay quietly on her mother's back, and her mother seemed particularly gentle. Everything was so quiet and beautiful. It is maternal love that makes all these things extremely docile; It is maternal love, such as the warm sun that warms the little girl's heart, and streams of warmth flow through the girl's heart, making her feel very warm! That girl is none other than me!

The affection in the rain is incomparably warm!

Composition of Affection in the Rain (5)

Kinship, so that people who wander in foreign lands to the shelter of love; Kinship is a rainbow flying in the sky, which makes people who are hot and restless feel poetic peace; Kinship is a small umbrella held up in the rainy night, which makes the lonely people dry up their hearts; Kinship is a clear spring flowing in the summer night to ensure your correct direction; We must treat our parents with a grateful heart, and communicate with them with a sincere heart. We should no longer take our parents for granted to help us do anything, because they brought us to this beautiful world. They are already great enough, and they also brought us up, without seeking return, silently giving us

On a cold and windy night, I had a fever, and my mother was in a hurry. She could not even put on her cotton padded jacket, so she took me on her back and went to the hospital. On the way, my mother comforted me and insisted, while she gasped for the cold. " Crash ',' Crash '! It was raining. Mother was afraid that I would get wet. She covered my head with the only overcoat that could keep out the cold, but she was wet all over! I opened my eyes in a daze. I saw my mother fell down several times in the rain, but every time she fell down, my mother stood up and I cried...... Unconsciously, I went to the hospital. As soon as I opened my eyes, it was already dawn, and my sleeping mother felt that now was the happiest

Kinship is a rose that will never wither. During the long journey of life, it will send you warmth and beauty. Family love is a ray of bright sunshine, which brings you brightness and warmth in the difficult climb of life. Family love is a quiet harbor, which provides you with love and care in the rough life. Kinship is a bubbling spring that brings you cool and comfort when you are thirsty.

Family Composition in the Rain (2)

I can't remember most of the things I did when I was a child, but I clearly remember one thing when I was in the second grade.

That summer, one day after school, it was raining heavily outside. When I was worried about how to go home without rain gear, I suddenly saw a familiar figure at the school gate. It was the second uncle waiting for me in the rain with a pair of rain boots and ponchos, and my eyes suddenly blurred. I ran over quickly, and the second uncle gave me rain boots, but it was too small to wear them. So the second uncle picked me up and climbed on the second uncle's back, and a warm current flowed through my body. When I returned to Grandma's house, the second uncle's shoes had been completely wet by the rain, and his hair was also wet. I went to the bathroom painfully to take a towel and handed it to the second uncle, but I couldn't speak. Three years have passed, but I still remember it. I think what I remember is not only the experience of going home in the rain, but also a family relationship, a family relationship that warms my life. Although I was very young at that time, the rain made me understand the warmth of family.

Composition of Affection in the Rain (6)

The rain outside the window fell in torrents.

The evening self-study is coming to an end, and the sky is extremely dark. In the misty mist, transparent raindrops constantly knock on the window edge, monotonously making a sound of "Da, Da, Da".

Outside the classroom, parents were holding umbrellas or raincoats in their hands, anxiously searching for them. The final bell rang slowly, and students frequently appeared in the corner of my eye. I deliberately did not look, but stared at the dense text on the textbook.

"Alas, why didn't someone send me an umbrella?" A bitter and helpless voice came from behind.

Yes, no one gave me an umbrella.

Hurrying downstairs, the school gate was crowded with people, all strangers. Rain, it seems that there is no sign to stop, I ignored the erosion of rain and cold, into the rain alone.

Cool, eroding the heart.

I just hugged my schoolbag and walked quickly with my head down.

November rain, with autumn sadness.

The sound of footsteps breaking the rain, the sound of wheels running across the road, and the sound of solicitous concern all flowed through my ears one by one, and my heart suddenly felt melancholy. Occasionally, I raised my eyes and seemed to see a familiar figure. I immediately straightened my back and wanted to go, but I hesitated for a while and continued to walk with my head down.

Mom should be at work now, or she must be waiting at the school gate.

Unconsciously, she had reached the downstairs, pushed the door and entered. Grandma's old voice sounded in her ear: "Come back, is it cold?"

"It's OK, it's not cold." I smiled, but she still looked into the rain.

"Where's your mother?"

My step stopped in the air.

"Isn't she at work today?"

"She suddenly came home and said she would give you an umbrella. Didn't you see that? Alas, this trip was for nothing..." Grandma was surprised, then sighed, and took my hand to eat. Her hands were cold, and the wind had blown them for a long time.

The clock slowly stopped on the "7", and the "creak - creak" were slowly opened. Mother came in wearily, and the rain water on her body dripped down, leaving a faint water mark on the floor.

I walked over and gently took the umbrella in her hand. I vaguely saw her frown suddenly stretch. "When did you go home? Were you not wet?"

"No, no"

"That's good." Mother said and went straight back to the house, walking lightly. She never mentioned that she had been waiting in the cold rain.

I tightly hold the umbrella in my hand, wipe away the rain and open it. At this moment, the umbrella seems to have spirituality, it is silent, selfless and persistent to bear the cold rain for me. Suddenly, my heart thumped, warm and thick