Flowers and trees cut themselves.
Fields protected by water will be green,
Two mountains come from green. "
This ancient poem was written by Wang Anshi, a great poet in the Song Dynasty. It tells us that ancient prime ministers, like senior officials and people, often contributed to the cleanliness of their homes. As a "child" at home, I didn't want to push all the housework I should do to others, but in fact, there are not many opportunities to do housework at ordinary times, and I have to write an essay on labor this week, so I decided to help my mother do housework once and get rid of my lazy bad habit.
What should we do? I haven't done housework for so long. Washing dishes and wiping tables are too small. Although I know the truth that "if you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?" I still think we should do something "big".
Iron shoes can't find a place to wear, you can get them without effort! Just when I couldn't find the opportunity, my grandparents came to see me. In order to welcome my grandparents, I gave them two small beds in the room. Where do you sleep? Squeeze into the big bed, not shy; Sleep with grandma. It's crowded again. That sleep ... my mother seemed to see through my mind and smiled and said to me, "It seems that you have to make your own cot!" " ""Make your own bed? Mom, are you kidding? This has always been your' patent'. How can I do that? ""I'll transfer the patent to you, and I promise to be patient and considerate, free of charge ... "Well, I'll install it myself. I always win less and lose more in the contest with my mother. Besides, where do you sleep at night without a cot? You know what mom decided not to do, but she really doesn't care.
After ideological struggle, I finally decided to make my own camp bed. After all, I want to do great things! However, where to start? (www.suilengea.com Suiling Education Information Network)
After standing in the North House for a while, I began to call my mother again: "What's the matter?" So, my mother began to nag: "In fact, the reason for doing anything is the same. First plan and prepare, then implement, and finally test." "How to plan, prepare and implement bed load loading?" "Where is the bed? Do you want to install a guardrail? What to pack first and then what to pack? What tool is preparation? Do you want to clean the floor and bedstead first ... "
So, in my mother's nagging, I found the tool bucket. After checking one by one, I found out the cross screwdriver and screw that matched the bed, cleaned the bracket of the cot and placed it in the north room in turn. Then determine the position of the stretcher bed. Finally, I picked up the mop, scratched a few times casually, lifted my sleeves, and prepared to formally start working. However, when I came back, I saw, God, why is it dirtier than before? It seems that the mop has not been cleaned. The second time, the poor mop was washed and wiped by me, and the hair almost fell off. This time it will be no problem! So, I happily took a mop and cleaned it carefully. "Oh, I'm exhausted. My aunt has no problem with this inspection! " I reclined with the mop as a crutch as I spoke. "ah? Still so dirty? It's really confusing. " My mother seemed to see my doubts, took the mop from my hand and told me seriously, "Pay attention everywhere and you will learn." Look carefully at where it's dirty. See how mom drags. "It turned out that when I was squatting on the ground, I dragged it back and forth sideways, and the dirty things I dragged out were just' translation', of course it would be dirty. But when my mother changed the mop to change the direction of the pier, she turned the lever of the mop and pressed the dirty things firmly under the mop.
Then, I'm going to put the small bed pole I prepared on the bed. In this way, the quilt won't fall off, I won't fall asleep, and I will be in close contact with the ground at once. But when I tried to insert the guardrail into the small hole in the railing below, I found that the railing below was installed backwards. Well, there is no choice but to remove the screws, turn them over one by one, and then screw them on. It's easier said than done. This time I screwed the screw backwards, but I just couldn't screw it on. How come everything is so obedient when it reaches my mother, but once it reaches me, I can't do anything! Seeing that my mother knew that I had made a fool of myself, she gently pushed the screw with her hand, then let me screw it, and then she went in. Looking at my puzzled expression, my mother smiled: "When you screwed it just now, the screw was crooked and could not be screwed in." Don't just do things, don't use your head! "