“刮风我不怕,下雨我不怕,我有一把红油伞顶风冒雨学文化。”每当我遇到了烦恼和困难,我就想起这首小诗,就想起竹柄上刻着小诗的红油伞……上小学四年级的时候,我家里很穷,学费、纸笔勉强供应得起,像雨伞、雨鞋什么的,那是梦中的奢侈品了。那时候,像我这样没雨具的学生就怕阴天下雨,一下雨,路面稀烂,泥水没到脚脖子,只好赤脚去上学。逢上大风雨,我们这些“赤脚族”就很少去 “I am not afraid of windy, rain I am not afraid, I have a red umbrella umbrella rain culture. ” Whenever I encountered trouble and difficulties, I think of this poem, think of bamboo carved small Poem red umbrella ... ... Fourth grade in primary school, my family is poor, tuition, paper pen barely affordable, like an umbrella, rain boots, what, that is a dream luxury. At that time, students like me who did not have rain gear were afraid of rainy cloudy days, it rained, the road was pulverized, and the muddy water did not reach the feet and barely went to school. Every storm, these of us “barefoot” rarely go