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又是一个下雨天,我撑着伞独自走在去教室的路上,看着各色雨伞从眼前飘过,我忍不住抬头看了看自己手里撑着的那把黑色的雨伞,儿时的记忆又出现在眼前,格外的清晰……上小学时家庭条件比较差,家里只有一把旧的黑雨伞。每次下雨时,放学时,妈妈都会撑着那把伞来接我回家。看着妈妈的身影在雨幕中越来越清晰,我会像小鸟一般飞过去。妈妈是个木讷寡言的人,每次她都轻轻地接过我手里的书包挎在肩上,然后一手撑着伞,
It was a rainy day. I was walking on my way to the classroom with my umbrella. I watched as colored umbrellas floated past my eyes. I couldn’t help but look up at the black umbrella I had in my hand. Memories appear again in front of the eyes, and they are particularly clear... When you were in elementary school, the family conditions were rather poor. There was only an old black umbrella at home. Every time it rains, at school, my mother will take the umbrella and pick me up to go home. Watching my mother’s figure become more and more clear in the rain, I will fly like a bird. Mom was a dumb person. Every time she gently took the bag in my hand and carried it on her shoulder, then she held an umbrella.