Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Jingjing, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me. "Jingjing, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard …

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Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get one or three words of relief; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...

I play in the park attached to Xiao Jiang's house. Suddenly, Xiao Jiang and I saw a manhole cover on the side of the road, revealing a big round black hole. "How miserable it would be if a person accidentally didn't see the big hole fall!" Xiao Jiang said worriedly. I felt my wet clothes and looked at the sky. I found it raining harder and harder. I said anxiously, "Go home quickly!" Otherwise, you will become a drowned rat. ""No, I won't go back until I cover the manhole cover! " Xiao Jiang said firmly. As she spoke, she ran to the big hole at once, and an unpleasant smell came on my face, even when I stood so far away.

Although it stinks, she is not afraid. She rolled up her pants and wrists, pulled her sleeves, quickly squatted down, grabbed the manhole cover hard, and struggled to lift it. Because the manhole cover is too heavy, it is impossible for a small body like her to lift it. But she didn't give up, and repeated failures could not crush her warm heart of serving others. Her white little hand was cut by the rough edge of the manhole cover, and bright red blood dripped down and blended with the rain. I was deeply moved, and time froze at that moment. She looked at me and said, "Give me a minute, will you?" I said guiltily, "Let me help you!" She said, "Hurry up!" With the joint efforts of her and me, we finally moved the manhole cover to the big black hole. ...

The rain stopped, the sky suddenly lit up, and beautiful rainbows hung in the blue sky, perhaps to help others, I don't know why. After the rain, the air is so fresh and the mood is so good.

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Whenever it rains, I will think of my dear grandfather, and think of one thing that moves me the most.

It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. Suddenly, the sky outside the window turned dark, and it began to rain in Mao Mao. But who would have thought that at noon, the light rain in Mao Mao gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood was as gloomy as the sky. What shall we do? What shall we do? I didn't bring my umbrella, and I didn't tell my family to pick me up. Looking up at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while. My parents are still working, my grandparents are in poor health and I have no money. I am in a really bad mood.

I really envy watching my classmates walk out of school one by one. Just then, a kind voice came into my ear, "Jiang Meng!" I turned around and said, "Grandpa!" I cried excitedly and saw my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found my seat wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched. "Come on!" Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can go back by myself. Please don't take me by bike. This road is slippery. " Grandpa is old, it may be dangerous to ride a bike by himself, let alone get wet with me. Grandpa quickly said, "Nothing, nothing. I don't trust you to go back in rainy days. Let's go, it will rain even harder in the future! " "I had to agree.

Grandpa is very careful at every step. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella and put on my raincoat. Beads of rain as big as beans hit grandpa's body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to grandpa, but it was useless.

Finally, when I got home, my grandfather was covered in water. Grandma quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on. Grandpa quickly interrupted and said, "nothing, the umbrella on the road is broken." I gave her my raincoat, so I got wet. I'm going to take a bath. " Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as grandpa turned into the bathroom.

I will never forget this incident, and let me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him. I am proud to have such a grandfather, proud!