我的思绪常常被一把蓝色的雨伞所牵绊,那蓝色,晶亮如天空……记得小时候,每逢下雨天,妈妈总撑着一把蓝色的雨伞来学校接我,我的头顶是一片蓝色,肩膀也笼罩在一片蓝色之中,触目所及都是一片蓝色无雨的天空。后来,矮小的我抬头和妈妈说话,却发现妈妈的那一半天空是一片阴沉的灰色,风夹杂着雨滴落下来。妈妈的肩膀湿了,额前的头发也湿了,而我,依旧置身于一片蓝色无雨的天 My thoughts are often tied by a blue umbrella, blue, bright as the sky ... ... I remember a child, every rainy day, my mother always holding a blue umbrella to pick me up at school, my Head is a blue, shrouded in a blue shoulder, touch and are a blue sky without rain. Later, short, I looked up to my mother and found that half of my mother’s sky was gloomy gray with rain dripping down. Mom’s shoulder wet, forehead hair is wet, and I, still exposure to a blue rainy day