一场突如其来的暴风雨,把我困在了公交亭里,我正等着母亲送伞来。雨越下越大,豆大的雨点打在亭顶上,劈啪作响。雨幕中我突然看见一片红色,一片熟悉的红色,我知道,母亲来了!慢慢地,那片红显出了一个臃肿的身影,向我靠近。我看清了,母亲穿着拖鞋,头发散乱。我知道,母亲很少会把自己弄得这么不体面就出门,显然她太匆忙了。“等很久了吗?”母亲喘了口气,不假思索地提起我的书包,揽过我的手臂,“走,回家。”她的手出奇地凉。看着她一手撑着伞,一手拿着我那沉重的书包, A sudden storm, trapped me in the bus booth, I was waiting for her mother to send an umbrella. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, big raindrops hit the top of the kiosk, crackling. I suddenly saw a red curtain in the rain, a familiar red, I know, my mother came! Slowly, that piece of red showed a bloated figure, approached me. I see, my mother wearing slippers, hair scattered. I know that mothers rarely go so far as to make themselves so decent, obviously she is too hurried. “Wait a long time?” “My mother gasped, lifting my bag without hesitation, grabbing my arm, ” Go home. "Her hand was surprisingly cold. Looked at her holding an umbrella in one hand and holding my heavy bag in one hand,