Umbrella reading for answers!

The spring snow in Da Xing An Ling was more beautiful than the winter snow. The snowflakes seemed to be stained with spring. They were large and sparse. They danced between heaven and earth, as if they had drunk wine, light and charming. (2) I like to watch spring snow. This kind of snow doesn't last long, only two or three hours. Standing in front of the window was like watching a wide-screen black and white movie. The mountains, trees, houses, and people were shining in the snowflakes. The atmosphere was vast and warm, making people reminisce. Last year, I wrote a long story in my hometown, The Right Bank of the Ergun River. One afternoon in mid-April, while she was writing, her phone rang. It was her mother. She said,"I'm right downstairs. It's snowing. I'm here to bring you an umbrella. Come home early for dinner today." There was nothing more unpleasant than being interrupted while writing. I said to my mother in annoyance,"What's so scary about snow? I don't need an umbrella. You can go back. I'll write for a while." Mother said: "I see that there is still rain in the snow. I am afraid that you will get wet. Come down!" I finally couldn't hold it in anymore. I said to my mother unreasonably,"You too. Why didn't you call me before you came and ask if I needed an umbrella?" I don't want an umbrella. You can go back!" I hung up. The moment the voice on the receiver faded away, I immediately realized that I had made the most unforgivable mistake! I ran to the balcony and saw my mother holding a sky-blue umbrella in the snow. Her back was slightly arched as she slowly walked back. She had a green umbrella under her armpit. It was prepared for me. I wanted to stop her, but I was too ashamed to open my mouth. I just watched her walk away in silence. Perhaps I was too immersed in the novel, but I was unaware of the arrival of the spring snow. Judging from the snow on the ground, it had been here for an hour or two. Just as her mother had said, the snow was mixed with a drizzle, like a few lines of tears flowing down in the winter. As a mother, she was afraid that such tears would wet her daughter! And I have brutally trampled on this love! After returning to the study from the balcony, I turned off the computer and stood in front of the south window. Outside the window was a continuous mountain range. The snowflakes made the distant mountains disappear, and the nearby mountains were also blurry, like mirages. There were no pedestrians at the foot of the mountain, let alone birds. This real world had a fictional meaning because of the visit of spring snow. It seemed that the heavens were also writing down the situation. I think the most poignant thing it captured today was the scene of her mother leaving with an umbrella. The snow stopped. It was dusk. I locked the door, went downstairs, and went back to my mother's. Children who have done something wrong are most afraid of going home, and so am I. As I walked towards my mother's house, I felt flustered and short of breath. Her mother had clearly cried, and her eyes were red and swollen. I apologized to her and told her that I was wrong. I asked her not to be sad. She turned around and wiped her tears again. I knew I had hurt her deeply. Although I'm already in my forties, I'm still a willful child in front of her. Mother saw that I really had a regretful expression, so at the dinner table, she forgave me with a sentence. "I won't provoke you when you write again in the future!" she said. Q: 1. What are the benefits of using an umbrella as a title? 2.9 What were the characteristics of Duan's narrative style? What were the benefits of this arrangement? 3.10 The words 'blame' and 'forgive' in the paragraph seemed to be contradictory. How should he understand this sentence?