When I was young, I always looked forward to rain. Whenever the familiar “patter” sounded from outside the window, Grandpa walked to the door, opened the ink-yellow advertising umbrella, and waved to me. I jumped to Grandpa and quickly got into the umbrella. Take Grandpa’s arm. So, we walked into this rainy world.
raised his head sharply, and was surprised to find that the sky above his head had turned into a dark yellow at some point, so deep and so exciting. Looking at Grandpa, it was even more surprising. The dark yellow sky above Grandpa’s head had been “broken”, half of it was dark yellow, and half was gray. “Grandpa, the umbrella is crooked.” Grandpa looked up and said with a smile: “It’s not crooked.” I was very confused. “What’s the matter, it’s obviously on my side?” Grandpa smiled. When I got home, I found that one of my grandpa’s shoulders was soaked. “Grandpa, I said that the umbrella is crooked. Look, your shoulders are soaked. Dry it quickly!” “Have you gotten wet?” Grandpa asked. “No, that umbrella covers me all!” Grandpa smiled happily.
So, I grew up under this inclined umbrella, grew up under the protection of my grandfather, and grew up in countless ups and downs…
I don’t know when, the person holding the umbrella is no longer grandpa, but me. I am holding the umbrella for grandpa. The only thing that remains unchanged is still the rainy world, still my grandpa and me, and still the big dark yellow umbrella.
The umbrella was crooked, and grandpa’s trembling voice came. When I looked up, I realized that the sky above my head was half black and yellow and half gray. I couldn’t help thinking back: I and my grandfather were doing the same thing unknowingly… When I got home, I took the towel from my grandfather, and saw the corners of my grandfather’s mouth tremble slightly, and the tears in the eyes that had started to become turbid.