It was a summer vacation this year. I went to the park to play. It is really "unpredictable". Just came out of the alley, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a downpour. I didn't bring my umbrella, so I had to go down to the alley to take shelter from the rain. No sooner had I rushed downstairs than I saw a figure with a plastic poncho in his hand. Strangely, however, the poncho was not covered on himself, but on a bicycle. I saw her facing the wind and braving the rain, taking care of nothing and trying her best to cover the car with a poncho. The poncho covered one piece after another. At this time, I was deeply moved by what I witnessed, and at the same time I thought anxiously: Grandma is so old, covering the car in the rain, and I was thinking, there is a gust of wind, so cold! I can't help shivering. Oh, no, the poncho that grandma just covered was suddenly blown away by the wind. Grandma quickly went to cover it again, but the wind seemed to be deliberately against her, and just now the good poncho was blown away again! Grandma came up with a good idea. She limped to the corner of a garbage dump, laboriously lifted several big bricks and pressed the four corners of the plastic sheet one by one. No matter how strong the wind is, she can't lift the poncho!
The wind roared and the rain poured down. At this time, grandma was soaked to the skin, like a "soaked chicken" fished out of the water, but she just brushed her wet hair with her hand, dumped a handful of rain and smiled slightly.
Soon, someone came to pick up the car. When they saw the dry cushion, their mouths were wide open and their eyes were round. When they saw the old woman's wet body, everything understood. ...
Watching, watching, suddenly a feeling of being respected rose in my chest, and I finally understood that grandma didn't want to "pick points", but to give full play to the residual heat, serve everyone and make more contributions to the masses!