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I would like to hold an umbrella for you and live in peace in Pyeongtaek.

I think my grandmother is probably the kindest person I have ever met.

My grandmother has been ill since I began to understand. There is little healthy and ruddy luster on his face, and he is always covered with sallow illness. The weak body has suffered too much pain and suffering. But even so, she always smiles warmly and hides her anxiety. I think she is very kind and almost responsive.

When I was not very old, she always took me to buy toys. Occasionally, when another child reaches for something I like, she leans down and says, give it to someone else. When I speak, there are endless tenderness and smiles in the corner of my eyes. Naturally, I can't complain at all. So I can only watch others walk away with what I like, so I have to lie in her arms and whisper for a while.

Gradually, my grandmother's health is getting worse and worse. She spent most of her time lying in the hospital bed and couldn't lead me to buy toys. But her heart, which is always thinking about other people's affairs, has not faded. Every time I see her talking on the phone about other people, I always blame her. She still smiled and said that it is inevitable to help each other in this world.

She is always like this, giving umbrellas to others.

Grandma's body is getting thinner and thinner. I can clearly feel her joints when I touch my forehead several times. All I can do is stay by her bed all the time and peel oranges for her occasionally. She became more and more silent, but her smile remained. In the warm sunshine, a little orange juice splashed out and melted into the eyes quietly, which stimulated the lacrimal gland a little.

At that moment, I vowed to hold an umbrella for her.

It wasn't long before she was ill for more than ten years, but she didn't wait for me to grow up and protect her quickly. Finally, she went safely.

I only remember being blind for a while.

I have questioned why kindness is like her, but she doesn't live long.

I am even depressed, and I may never find another person who always misses holding umbrellas for others like her.

When I saw the smile in her photo, I finally understood. It suddenly dawned on me that although my grandmother left, she taught me how to love people at an early age, just as she always did.

Things have changed, but she has never changed. With decades of kindness, she propped up a spiritual umbrella for my long journey in the future.

I always remember her saying that it is inevitable to help each other in this world. That color is natural, and it smiles like summer flowers.

Comments: Holding an umbrella for others is my grandmother's life sentiment and my life philosophy. In the limited space, the author not only showed his skill of writing without trace, but also shed a gentle and touching affection between grandparents and grandchildren.

Hold an umbrella for others.

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When the sun rises and casts the first ray of sunshine, when the sunset takes back the last ray of afterglow in the western hills, when the grass grows and the flowers bloom and fall, have you ever noticed that love holds up an umbrella for you?

Tears of Eos

On the window, the water vapor outlined a confused and quiet world. I ride my bike on that path. The sun seems to have just woken up and hasn't opened its eyes yet. Dewdrops on the grass tips began to fly, but they accidentally got into the soil. I drove as fast as I could, enjoying the silence. Brake, there is a tricycle opposite, and I stopped. The host didn't go forward, and the atmosphere suddenly froze. "hoo"! The tricycle fell in the alley and the owner looked at me with a smile. I drove across the path, and my heart was full of spring. ...

You, hold up an umbrella for me so that I can be employed on the road.

It is raining cats and dogs

The sun scorched the earth, and everything groaned in pain. A flash of lightning fell and the rain came as promised. I went straight to the garage, only to find that there were shallow water marks on the car. I really want to be with the rain. "then!" Sunny threw a pack of paper towels and tried to wipe the water droplets on the car. I seem to have an undercurrent. It's warm, as if I were on a sunny March spring day. Sunny seemed to feel my stupidity and turned to smile, her eyes bent into a crescent moon. That red raincoat looks very beautiful on her. ...

You, hold up an umbrella for me to keep me warm in the rain.

Night has come.

The lights reflect the city, and the traffic on the viaduct in the distance flies like fireflies. Walking on the road, the yellow light flickered and went out, and a sense of fear arose, which made me speed up my pace. With a creak, the light finally went out. Only the lights in the alley are still on. Soon, the lights went out, and my heart was confused and my mouth was sobbing. The store seems to understand my inner fear, and the lights are flickering. The white-haired old woman smiled at me on crutches. My heart suddenly calmed down, and tears in my eyes suddenly flowed out, as if they were sweet. ...

You, hold up an umbrella for me and make me brave at night.

Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, rolling up the melancholy confusion in my heart; The geese passed by, and the beautiful face of human nature passed by; Flowers bloom and fall, leaving the fragrance of human nature. ...

I am looking for my favorite, not tall and straight mountains, not endless grasslands, but you, the person who holds an umbrella for me ... can't bear the fleeting time, but the teenagers here can't escape. Time goes by, but you are in my memory, but you will not disappear. ...

Hold an umbrella for others.

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An umbrella keeps out the wind and rain for others and purifies the soul for yourself.

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The night is quiet as water, thoughts overflow, and the lost time is fleeting in the depths of memory. Holding an umbrella for others also warms my soft feelings.

In the morning, the sky is quiet, but my heart can't clear up for a long time. The contradiction with my deskmate yesterday is still emerging. She bent down to look for something in the bookcase. She must have forgotten to bring her speech. I quickly said, share it with me. She turned around, smiled happily and picked up my book. Our hands held together, and yesterday's storm vanished.

Holding up an umbrella for our deskmate, our hearts are full of flowers from all over the mountains, covering up the anxiety after the dispute with friendship.

At dusk, drinking a bottle of mineral water, an old man who collects garbage stood beside me and stared at my bottle. I gulped it down and prepared to give it to him. Just finished drinking, I found another one around me. What should I do? One came first, but the other was looking forward to it. I had a brainwave. I gave the water bottle to the first one and told the other not to go. I bought a bottle and drank it quickly and gave it to another old man. Looking at the smiles in the corners of the eyes of the two old people, I rushed home with joy.

Hold up an umbrella for the poor old people, let the world rise and fall, their hearts will be happy, and decorate their hard life with care.

Self-study at night, one or two lights in the cracks of trees are the eyes of sleepy people, and there are no lights in old communities and corridors. When my neighbor came home from work overtime, I turned on the flashlight, and the lights roared in the dark and bloomed like dark clouds. The neighbor smiled gratefully and we went upstairs together. I walked in the back and shone the light forward. On the fourth floor, I followed the keyhole of his house until he opened the door. He said thank you several times before entering the door, and I was very happy. The distance between neighbors has been shortened a lot.

Hold up an umbrella for neighbors, light lamps to warm people's indifferent hearts, and adjust interpersonal relationships with goodwill.

Hold up an umbrella for others, leave a fragrance for yourself, warm yourself and others and feel the love of the world.

Time flies like waves washing away distant hearts, like waves rippling. Hold up an umbrella for others and warm your heart.

Hold an umbrella for others.

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An umbrella, blocking the scorching sun and resisting the heavy rain; Sometimes, an umbrella is a leaf, a flower and a heart. ...

A leaf

Ye Er was whispering outside the window, singing unknown songs and looking at the green lined up on the branches. It is so full of energy and happiness. Ye Er, Ye Er, why are you so big? Is it to compete for more sunshine and rain?

You said that you should support a shade for the flowers and plants under the tree and block a storm for the chicks on the branches. Only when you grow up can you hold up a sky, see the happy smiles of flowers and let the birds sleep soundly.

Ye Er, Ye Er, you just hold up an umbrella for others, shielding yourself from the scorching sun and heavy rain. It's not until the flowers and plants wither and the young birds fly away in autumn that you put away your umbrella, turn it into a butterfly all over the sky, and then sleep next to the roots. Wait until next year, and then hold up a green umbrella to watch silently.

A green leaf, holding an umbrella for others!

A flower

Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. The beauty of flowers lies not only in their splendor, but also in their untiring withering.

Flowers bloom in the swaying breeze, guarding the message of spring with their own brilliance. However, spring will always pass. When spring and summer leave in a hurry, leaving only the flowers to bear the autumn wind alone, the flowers will be haggard.

Withered or persisted, you hesitated in the autumn wind. Persistence may protect your beauty. Fading will make beauty wither, but it will bury hope for the next spring and give you a guardian, so you will wither without hesitation. You take off the gorgeous rouge, bury the once delicate and touching petals deeply in the ground, and send nourishment to the spring flowers of another year, and send an expectant guardian.

A gorgeous flower, hold an umbrella for others!

A heart

A friend is mysterious recently, leaving early and returning late, but he set off and came back with a smiling face. He couldn't help wondering, ran to ask, but let me follow him all day.

He took me to the hospital and walked into the ward, which was very familiar. He talked with a child in the hospital bed, looked at their smiles and listened to unscrupulous laughter from time to time. I can't help suspecting that they are two brothers.

Afterwards, I asked him, "What's your relationship?" He said that he used to be only half a neighbor with only a familiar face, but when he heard that the little boy was in hospital, he couldn't bear to visit him during the holiday, and later he got used to it. Friend, how warm your heart is!

A warm heart holds up an umbrella for others.

In fact, as long as there is love in my heart, I have already held up an umbrella for others!