Suddenly, there was mud on my hands, clothes, shoes and socks. I'm all wet and cold! I saw the man pushing me turn and run into the crowd. I cried with a "wow" and no one came up to help me. I walked out of school sadly. Grandpa saw it and immediately took out a handkerchief from his pocket and let me hold it in my hand, which made my stiff hand feel warm. Then I got on the bike and quickly pushed it away. The rain gradually subsided, and the cool wind hit my hands and face as if I were wearing it. Grandpa's back is very warm I can only hear the creaking sound of the bicycle, and it is getting more and more urgent. Grandpa kept asking me if I was cold all the way and told me not to worry. Finally, when I got home, my grandfather helped me change clothes and prepare meals. Mom, dad and grandma came to take care of me, and soon I was cold.