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 mothers love.

　　That morning I was just about to go to school, back schoolbag mother handed me an umbrella, said: \"jingjing, the weather forecast today he 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 he 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 dont think someone will come to meet me. I sit in the classroom, again nasty and hungry, was looking out the window of the hey rain, hua hua straight I couldnt help crying.

　　At this time, the hey rain in appeared a familiar figure. Oh, mom!!!! Gale hey 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 mothers hair, on the face, body all under the rain thoroughly. Looking at the \"rat\" like mom, looked at her the pale face, I cant help but cry up......

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