我的油布伞飘飘洒洒的雨丝,织成了一幅遮天盖地的珠帘。放学了,从小巷深处涌出了许多花花绿绿的伞。看见伞,我便想起了母亲。想起了令我难忘的一件往事。小时候。我们村里没有学校,要跑到八里路以外的镇上去上学。最怕遇上雨天。半路上冷不丁地下起大雨,便被浇成“落汤鸡”。我多么盼望有一把伞哪!有一回,放学的路上, My tarpaulin umbrella drifting rain, woven into a covered curtain. After school, a lot of colorful umbrellas gushed from the alley. When I saw the umbrella, I remembered my mother. I remember a memorable event. Childhood. There are no schools in our village and we have to go to school in the town outside Bali Road. Most afraid of the rain. Half-way down under the heavy rain, it was poured into “drowned chicken.” How I hope there is an umbrella! Once upon a time, after school,