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When I see the old red umbrella and hear the "tick, tick" sound of rain outside the window, I can't help but think of that pouring rain in the evening. It was a Thursday evening, and it was suddenly drizzling, and I was anxiously waiting for my father to pick me up in the kindergarten classroom. But after a while, my father hadn't come yet, and I was a little hopeful.

After a while, the sky was more gloomy, the thunder was louder, the lightning was brighter, the rain was heavier, it became a downpour, and there were fewer children in the classroom, but my father had not yet come to the kindergarten, and I was the only one in the kindergarten. Just when I was in despair, a familiar figure came into my eyes. Isn't that Dad?

His glasses were blurry, his shirt was dripping with water, his pants were drenched with rain, his shoes were covered with rain, and even the bag he used at work was soaked by the relentless rain. I hurriedly ran over with my bag on my back and wiped the rain from his face. Dad pushed the umbrella over my head as he wiped the rain and my soaked bag with a towel.

On the way, my dad carried my school bag on his back and then stuffed my red umbrella in my hand. My tears swirled in my eyes, tears blurred my eyes, and the rain hit my face, and I only felt that my face was wet, and I couldn't tell which was rain and which was tears. I said in my heart:

Dad, you've worked hard! I love you! "Although that little red umbrella is very old, I treasure it because there is a deep fatherly love in this red umbrella.