“老师,雨伞还没还我呢!”俊杰扑闪着大眼睛对我说。雨伞?我苦思冥想,依旧找不到丢失的回忆。看着我一脸茫然的模样,俊杰继续说道:“就是上次我借您的那一把。”哦,瞧我这记性,竟然把这事给忘了。我郑重其事地答应他明天一定拿来,孩子一蹦一跳地离去了。此时,淅沥沥的小雨依旧下个不停,往事的回忆犹如层层涟漪,向我涌来,愈发清晰。记得那天还是下着同样的小雨,下班时间已到,我在走廊上望着层层雨帘,这该如何是好?我赶紧跑向教室,教室里只剩下几个学生还在打扫卫生。抱着试一试的心态,我问道:“谁有多余的雨伞,借老师一把。”孩子们迅速回到座位上寻找,各种颜 “Teacher, the umbrella has not yet returned me!” Junjie flashed big eyes to me. Umbrella? I thought hard, still can not find the lost memories. Looked at me look blank, Junjie continued: “is the last one I borrowed from you. ” Oh, look at me this memory, even to forget this. I solemnly promised that he must bring it tomorrow, the children jumped away. At this point, the pattering rain is still non-stop next to the memories of the past like layers of ripples, coming in to me, the more clear. I remember that day is still under the same light rain, after get off work time has come, I looked at the curtains in the corridor layers, which is how? I quickly ran to the classroom, the classroom only a few students still cleaning. Trying to hold the attitude, I asked: “Who have extra umbrellas, by the teacher. ” The children quickly returned to the seat to find, all kinds of colors