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One thing that happened to me.

What happens around us every day is not always pleasant, and some are like dark clouds all over the sky. Although the sun will disappear without a trace when it comes, it will appear again one day, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Not long ago, there was a dark cloud around me.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and my friend asked me to do my homework, so I worked with him in the dormitory all morning.

"Come on, come on, lend me the correction tape." "What are you doing? It's three times, you waste! " I turned my head and glanced at his notebook. There is a white quilt on the answer sheet. He smiled shyly and frowned and said, "Why can't you think of it?" By the way, have you worked out this problem? "well. I answered.

Just as I was about to give him the notebook, I thought about it again: no, it's hard for me to think of it. Telling him will lose a lot. So, I immediately covered my exercise book and said at once, neither will I. I haven't done it yet. He gave me a look, said nothing but said "Let's keep thinking together" and buried his head.

"I want to come out, I want to come out!" The next morning, he ran to my house in high spirits and panting. As soon as I opened the door, he said excitedly, "I figured it out." I really figured it out. " When I pulled him into my bedroom, I quickly asked, "What do you think?" He quickly woke me up and said, "Yesterday's question!" I said casually, "I've been thinking about it for a long time." Suddenly I felt something was wrong and accidentally let it slip.

One thing that happened to me.

She really moved me.

The rare downpour came crashing down, and a distant figure slowly disappeared into the rain curtain along the highway ... Those indelible memories and feelings flowed in my heart, making me feel warm.

The figure in the distance is my mother.

My mother is a very enlightened mother and my bosom friend. When other children's mothers forced their children to learn piano and English, my mother gave me enough time to form a good habit of reading; When other children are kept at home doing exercises, I "surf" on the computer network; While other children are cramming in various cram schools, I am enjoying beautiful music leisurely at home. I remember my father once told me that when I was in my mother's body, she vomited badly, but she forced herself to eat nutritious food for me to thrive. After I was born, in order to have enough milk to eat, my mother held her nose and drank several bowls of unsalted broth every day. When I grow up, I will go to kindergarten and school. She takes pains to send me to and from school and tells me interesting stories along the way. All these touched me deeply.

But what moved me most was the rainy day. The weather was bad that morning and it was raining cats and dogs. I was stuck at home when I was at school, and I was so anxious that I kept beating around the bush. My mother saw my troubles and smiled and comforted me: "Nothing, nothing, don't worry! I will take you to school! " After listening to my mother's words, I felt a little comforted and worried. Mom, can you take me there? Time flies, and it's time to start again in a blink of an eye. After my mother dressed me in "combat equipment", I rode my bike to the front of the battle. The charge sounded! My mother took me all the way to school, and finally got through a hurdle, but "equipment" didn't seem to play its due role. My mother and I were completely soaked, which was terrible. Seeing this scene, my mother quickly handed me the "luggage" and rushed into the rain. My heart was suddenly filled with discontent and resentment. How could my mother be so heartless and run away without a trace? Didn't he notice that I was soaked to the skin? One question mark after another in my heart, but I dare not slow down at my feet. The morning reading class is over, standing in the corridor of the teaching building, holding the railing, looking at the scenery outside, waiting …

Suddenly I heard someone calling my name. I quickly turned my head and saw it was my mother. Why did mom come? Didn't she ride away? My mother quickly took me to the head teacher's office and changed me into a brand-new and warm dress. At this time, I learned from my mother that she was in a hurry to go home and get clothes for me to change, and even forgot to tell me the reason. Oh! I suddenly realized that I was wrong about my mother. I quickly threw myself into my mother's arms. Ah! What happened? My mother's clothes are still wet. Take a closer look. This is really the suit she wore when she gave it to me this morning. How does she ... think about it? Two big tears rolled down my cheeks.

Although it passed safely, what happened later was unpredictable. Due to the continuous high temperature, I suffered from "acute tonsillitis", which worried my mother. She not only went to several big pharmacies to buy medicine for me, but also called her father who was a doctor abroad and begged for help. Seeing her busy figure, my tears flowed down again. ...

In fact, touching things are in life. Whether they are great men or unknown ordinary people, their every move can touch people's hearts. That's what mom does. Although she is ordinary, she has brought me infinite touch. ...

I looked down and felt ashamed of my original behavior. When I looked up, he didn't mean to blame me. Instead, he smiled and said, "So you figured it out. That's great. You got it? If you don't understand, I'll tell you one thing. " I nodded at once, and he pointed to the figure and began to speak. I listened to him talk about the topic I already understood, and after he talked about it, I understood it even more.

Now, this dark cloud full of regrets has gradually dispersed, and the sun behind the dark cloud, like a glittering piece of gold, attracts me and makes me keep working hard towards him.