自我保护的作文-小蝌蚪找妈妈图片
感动的一件事
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:
have rain, or take
your umbrella with you.
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.