Time is like water flowing in general, a lot of the passed days with the memory has disappeared, and fade. But one thing, let me remember, deeply touched-that a depth of a mother's love.
That morning I was just about to go to school, back schoolbag mother handed me an umbrella, said: \"jingjing, the weather forecast today have rain, or take your umbrella with you.\" I looked up at the sky, the clear sky, how can it rains? I threw out the door to run away and disappear, an umbrella.
While at noon of time, suddenly school, thunder and lightning flash storm under a rush. The rain gear with the students went home, others have been parents picked up. My father taught school in the field, never coming home at noon. Just right, mom this few days a high fever under drip. I don't think someone will come to meet me. I sit in the classroom, again nasty and hungry, was looking out the window of the heavy rain, hua hua straight I couldn't help crying.
At this time, the heavy rain in appeared a familiar figure. Oh, mom!!!! Gale heavy rain seems to be swallowed up the mother like. Mom struggled hard to me about.
\"Jingjing, come here, wear a raincoat.\" Mother, talking and take off on the raincoat over my body. At this time, it was raining harder and harder. My mother's hair, on the face, body all under the rain thoroughly.
Looking at the \"rat\" like mom, looked at her the pale face, I can't help but cry up......
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