Summer is here, and it is another rainy season. The night breeze in the evening seemed a bit arrogant and uneasy, swaying the phoenix tree in front of the building arbitrarily, and the scattered leaves drifted and fell by the wind…

The sky suddenly darkened. I looked up at the clouded sky, and it seemed that the rain was imminent. In the clock on the wall, the second hand was spinning lazily. It was almost 5 o’clock. It was time to go to the kindergarten to pick up my daughter home. I picked up the slightly old black umbrella by the door, I put on my clothes and went out. As soon as I left the house, the heavy rain poured in, and the wind did not mean to fade. I tugged on my clothes and stepped up…

Finally arrived at the kindergarten entrance, I put away the umbrella and shook the remaining raindrops vigorously. On the way here, even though I was holding an umbrella, because I was anxious that my daughter would be wet by the rain, the speed of her journey could not help speeding up, and the lower body was completely wet. At that time, a flash of thunder suddenly flashed in my mind, what a picture that seemed to be familiar-it was raining, and my mother was waiting at the door with an umbrella, ready to pick up her daughter who did not bring her umbrella home. Back then, that mother’s hand was also holding this slightly old black umbrella. The memory began to churn, and the blood began to boil. How can I forget that scene of the past? That was a lesson my mother taught me personally, which left a deep impression on me and taught me a lifetime.

I still remember the year I first entered high school, the time for evening self-study increased with the grade. When school was about to end, it suddenly rained heavily. I am a careless person and I never know the weather. When I was going to school in the afternoon, I saw dark clouds “sweeping through the city”, but I didn’t take it to heart. I always took the chance to think that the sky is beautiful for adults, and it would not rain so easily, so that I gave up the idea of ​​bringing an umbrella comfortably. Rumble…A muffled thunder rolled overhead. My heart is tense, awful, what can I do? I knew it was going to rain, so I just took my umbrella with me this afternoon. Looking around, the classmates who should go home rushed out of the classroom as early as when the get out of class bell was ringing. How should I go home after such heavy rain? I packed my schoolbag, gathered my messy long hair listlessly, and walked out of the school door dejectedly.

Under the street lamp far away, I saw a familiar figure. The old big black umbrella suddenly made the mother’s elderly body even smaller. My tears flowed down unconsciously, mixed with rain, my eyes began to blur, and for a while, my mother’s figure became taller. Seeing me after school, my mother ran all the way towards me holding an umbrella, with a complaining but petting smile on her face, and raised the umbrella over my head. “Silly boy, remember to bring an umbrella in the future, lest mother worry!” Looking at my mother, I nodded heavily. On the way home, I held my mother’s hand tightly…

It turned out that the mother’s love for her daughter could be so nuanced. She taught me how to love, especially on the day I became a mother myself. An umbrella, underneath it inherits endless love. This is the teaching my mother gave me, the teaching I will never forget!