The memory of the umbrella story that can't be returned
Keyword：manufacturer news Addtime：2019-07-05
The impression of the advertising umbrella when I was a child, when I grow up, I feel a little teary. When I was young, I always looked forward to rain. Whenever the familiar "patter" sounded from outside the window, Grandpa walked to the door, opened the dark blue advertising umbrella and waved to me, I hopped to Grandpa and quickly got into the umbrella. He took grandpa's arm easily. So, we walked into this rainy world.
He raised his head sharply, and was surprised to find that the sky above his head had turned into an inky blue at some point, so deep blue and so exciting. Looking at Grandpa, it was even more surprising. The dark blue sky on Grandpa's head had been "broken", half of it was dark blue, and half was gray. "Grandpa, the umbrella is crooked." Grandpa looked up and said with a smile: "It's not crooked." I was very confused. "What's the matter, it's obviously on my side?" Grandpa smiled. When I got home, I found that one of my grandfather's shoulders was soaked. "Grandpa, I said that the umbrella is crooked. Look, your shoulders are soaked. Dry it quickly!" "Have you been exposed to it?" Grandpa asked. "No, that umbrella covers me all!" Grandpa laughed happily.
So, I grew up under this inclined umbrella, grew up under the protection of my grandfather's meticulous care, and grew up in countless ups and downs...
I don’t know when, the person holding the umbrella is no longer grandpa, but me. I am holding the umbrella for grandpa. The only thing that remains unchanged is still the rainy world, still my grandpa and me, and still the big dark blue umbrella.
"The umbrella is crooked." Grandpa's trembling voice came. When I looked up, I realized that the sky above my head was half dark blue and half gray. I couldn't help thinking back: I and my grandfather were doing the same thing unknowingly... When I got home, I took the towel from my grandpa, and saw the corners of my grandfather's mouth tremble slightly, and the tears in the eyes that had started to become turbid.
Taste the family affection and feed back the family affection, which is vividly demonstrated in this exercise. The young author has concise and concise writing, full of emotions and subtle, both life breath and a touch of poetry
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