I gave a little "um"

Aaargh! That familiar sound of rain again! I stood on the windowsill, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, my thoughts seemed to return to the stormy evening three years ago after school that day, the students were picked up by their parents, only I stood alone in the waiting area, my heart a strong complaint grandma did not come to pick me up on time. But I knew it was useless to complain, so I decided to walk home by myself.

I was in a bad mood, the weather is not beautiful, gave me a big storm. I was alone in the rain without an umbrella. At that moment, a car sped past, splashing me with mud. I was so depressed that I could no longer hold back my emotions and burst into tears. Suddenly, a bicycle comes along. Is it Grandma? I excitedly ran to have a look, ah! It turned out to be my neighbor Uncle Zhang. Seeing me in such a mess, Uncle Zhang asked in surprise: "Zhe Zhe! Don't you come home so late? Didn't your grandmother come to get you?" I gave a little "um". After hearing this, Uncle Zhang pulled me on the bike without a word and rode in the direction of my home. Along the way, Uncle Zhang gave me his raincoat in order to keep me from catching a cold, but he was wet. I wanted to give my raincoat to Uncle Zhang so that he would no longer get wet, but he stubbornly gave it back to me and said it didn't matter if he got wet himself, it would be bad if I got sick. When I listened to Uncle Zhang's words, my nose turned sour and my eyes were blurred by tears.

Half an hour later, Uncle Zhang finally got me home safely. At this time, grandma is ready to pick me up, the original too sick, grandma to help, can not go away, delay to pick me up time. Grandma thanked Grandpa Zhang very much and wanted to take him inside to warm himself up with a cup of tea. But Uncle Zhang waved his hands again and again, saying that he would not enter the house, and rode away in a hurry on his bicycle. I looked at the back of Uncle Zhang, only to find that the back was so tall

Snow, quietly slowly down, such as goose feathers, like catkins, the first snow of this winter, so came.

At first, there was a faint "da da" sound, I looked out of the window: "under the ice!" "What ice? That's snow!" My mother laughed. "It is indeed ice! Then I walked around the yard and brought back some ice residue, and my mother believed it: "This is snow." More or less, my mother agreed with her own point of view. I insisted on my point of view, in order to research, I went to the yard to grab a handful of "ice slag", put it into the mouth of the mineral water bottle, my mother was convinced.

Speaking of this "ice slag" is also strange, after a long time a small handful of "ice slag" did not melt, the temperature in the room is high enough!

After a while, the "ice slag" disappeared and was replaced by snow. This snowflake said big, say small, say thick, say thin, as if who is in control, it seems that each snowflake is printed in a mold, with the slight wind fluttering and sprinkling, like an actor in a slow ballet.

After a few minutes, the courtyard has been a white: the wall wore a white felt hat, the tree put on silver armor, the vegetables put on a fine white cotton coat, the earth covered with a white quilt... Everywhere is covered with white snow, and slowly becomes a white world.

The snow is big and small, big and small. Big snowflakes flying all over the sky, small white pieces sleep alone. However, no matter how big or small, it still always slowly, lingering underground.

The snow is bigger, and the white is slowly covering the earth, covering the light poetry, covering the long painting, covering the white beauty.

The snow became tighter and tighter, and the gaps between the flakes became smaller and smaller, but it still fell slowly and silently...