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在我家的阳台上,有一把旧伞。虽然在别人的眼中它只是一把普通的|破旧的伞,可是对我来说,它却有着非同一般的意义。时间好像又回到了去年的夏天。暴雨,大暴雨,一场接着一场。我和同学们在老师的带领下来到了大楼下,在那里等待我们的爸爸妈妈。雨越下越大,越下越猛,就像一个打开的水龙头,关都关不掉。天上黑压压的一片,时不时打一个闪电,炸一个响雷。我周围的小朋友一个个被家人接走,望着他们的背影,招手和我说再见,我心里
On my balcony, there is an old umbrella. Although in the eyes of others it is just an ordinary | dilapidated umbrella, but for me, it has a very different meaning. Time seems to have returned to last summer. Heavy rain, heavy rain, one after another. I and my classmates came under the leadership of the teacher and waited for our parents. Rain is getting bigger and bigger, getting fiercer and fiercer, just like an open faucet, the customs are off. A patch of darkness from time to time, from time to time to fight a lightning, fried a thunder. Children around me one by one by the family pick up, looking at their backs, waved to say goodbye to me, my heart