As a high school student, you can basically help with housework at home, depending on whether you are lazy, too dependent on your parents and have the idea of helping! The following is "Four Selected Articles of Senior High School Housework Experience" compiled by me for your reference only. Welcome to read it.

Chapter 1: Selected experience of housework in senior high school. As we all know, filial piety to parents, respect for the elderly and love for the young are the traditional virtues of our Chinese nation. Mencius said, "Old people are old, young people are few, and young people are few." This sentence is exactly the truth. People who don't know how to be filial to their parents since childhood will definitely not be a pillar when they grow up.

Teachers have taught us to be filial to our parents since childhood, but for us children, it is like turning a deaf ear. In the morning, two or three rays of setting sun shone into the house. When I opened my eyes in confusion and saw my mother doing housework, a sentence suddenly popped up in my mind: start from small things and start from the side.

God, I patted my head. What's going on here? I feel that I am taking the wrong things and doing housework. Of course, when I was about to fall asleep, I narrowed my eyes and saw my mother's hardworking figure sweeping the floor, and finally picked up the "hard work" thrown on Pluto. After washing for more than ten minutes, I saw my mother who was mopping the floor just answered a phone call, so I took the opportunity to pick up the mop and did something special. Sure enough, as I expected, my mother came up to me with a smile and said, "I'm going out to do something, so you can play at home first!" " "I nodded, don't mention how excited!

So, in the blood, I immediately started housework.

Look at the floor you just mopped. It's not clean either. From a distance, there are footprints everywhere in the corridor. What should I do? I picked up the broom and trash can, learned to look like my mother at ordinary times, and swept it methodically; There is a broom horizontally and a broom vertically; Therefore, it is not laborious at all, but makes the activities of bones more flexible. Twenty minutes later, the dusty floor lit up in the blink of an eye, and the oil pollution took on a new look. Want to know what's going on?

In fact, while sweeping the floor, I took a brand-new cleaning ball from the kitchen and knelt on the ground humming a tune to erase those stolen goods and dirt bit by bit; Then use a broom to sweep, and the mop prepared in advance will sweep the "little face" of the corridor horizontally and vertically according to the law of sweeping the floor! The next living room, study and bedroom are all taken care of in this way, and soon these floors will shine, colorful, bright and shiny under the refraction of sunlight!

It is obviously not enough to just sweep the floor and mop the floor. Later, I washed the glass, ashtray and coffee table with clear water. After "patting" the chair cushion on the sofa with a feather brush, I wiped the dust on the TV, DVD player, table and chair pendant with a rag. I took care of everything at home while singing the cheerful song "La La La ~ ~", so I took care of my home in just two hours!

Did you feel a little surprised or surprised Then let me tell you, in fact, housework is not very difficult. As long as we can be filial to our parents, as long as you clean with such a grateful heart, then naturally you won't find cleaning very troublesome and hard! Looking at my personal hygiene, I wiped the sweat on my forehead and smiled with relief! This comfortable reward is sweeter than eating honey!

The long-awaited "National Day holiday" has finally arrived. I have long wanted to do something meaningful during the holiday-help Uncle X, a lonely old man in xx Street, clean the house.

When I came to Uncle X's door, the door opened as soon as I knocked on it with my hand-at this moment, I was surprised to find that the door was not related. Pushing through the door, I saw a "messy" scene. The floor is full of rubbish and the ceiling is full of flies. There is a trash can here and one there. I called "Uncle X!" When I heard his voice coming from inside and walked into the bedroom like a "kennel", I saw Uncle X lying in bed weakly and was about to ask Uncle X, "Why is your family like this?" I was about to say the word "chaos" when I saw that Uncle X looked sad, so I swallowed the word "chaos" back. "Uncle X, I'll clean your house," I said, rolling up my sleeves.

Well, I thought, I can finally do something good today. Let's get to work. I proudly picked up the fly swatter: hit the fly first! I stepped on the chair and hit the fly on the flower board. As a result, it is conceivable that flies are flying all over the sky and buzzing around me in droves. I hit left and right on the ground and finally hit a few, but most of them hit from one end of the ceiling to the other. I don't think so. I have to get rid of them. I immediately opened the doors and windows and sprayed the flies on the ceiling with the "insecticide" I brought, so the flies had to fly out of the house. Finally, I got rid of them. Then I began to clean the floor. There is a lot of rubbish on the floor. I had to bend down again and again to pick them up one by one, and then I swept the floor and mopped the floor ... Wow, when I finished this, I was glad to see that the living room was much brighter.

Finally, it's time to tidy up Uncle X's bedroom. In fact, by this time I have eaten tofu with a ponytail-I can't lift it. But when I saw Grandpa X smiling at me, I seemed to be full of energy again, and I cleaned the bedroom after three times five divided by two.

On the way home, I was so tired that my back ached and I finally realized the hard work of doing housework. However, when I think of Uncle X's happy smile and clean room, I feel much more relaxed and can't help humming the song "The most glorious work". ...

In the process of growing up, I seldom encountered big setbacks, because my parents protected me very well, and I found the most suitable lifestyle in such an environment. But since I entered high school, I have gradually had some other ideas. First of all, I realized that I was not "filial". My filial piety here only means not sharing my parents' troubles. Secondly, I don't have much independence, so I have to change myself. So in this winter vacation, I insist on helping my parents do housework every day and live independently. After a winter vacation, I found that I have changed a lot, and I have grown up both in life and in study.

The winter vacation is very long. Every day, I arrange my own study tasks, and the rest time is the time to do housework for my parents. Although I am a girl, my parents never ask me to do housework. I seldom do it, whether it's washing dishes or mopping the floor. What I usually do most is to study in the room. I know my parents love me. They gave me the best living conditions and the best educational resources. This is their love and what they do for me wholeheartedly. But slowly I realized that this kind of love sometimes makes me degenerate and makes me unable to grow. So this time I asked them on my own initiative that I should do housework, cook by myself and exercise my independence every day. I hope they can actively cooperate. I thought my parents would refuse, but they really agreed and gave me the greatest support and encouragement.

When washing dishes for the first time, I was afraid that the detergent on the bowl would not wash off and it would be harmful to my health. I washed it several times and finally put it in the cupboard. Later, with the increase of washing dishes, I also mastered a better scale, and I grasped the amount of detergent and the number of repeated washing very well. I think, maybe someone will joke that I can take washing a thing so seriously. In fact, in the process of washing dishes, what I consider is not how well I wash myself, but how to reduce some unnecessary processes in the process of washing dishes and achieve a clean effect. Although it is a very simple thing, I can only get the final result through practice and thinking. How is this different from studying? Whether doing housework or studying, in fact, many reasons are the same. It is necessary to understand that only thinking can make progress.

As students, we don't have much time to do housework at home. Doing housework this time has inspired me a lot and made my parents feel very gratified. Diligence is our excellent quality, we can't forget it. We should inherit it and practice it. In the days to come, I will keep this good state and make progress together in my study and life.

Chapter four: Selection of senior high school housework experience. On Saturday, I woke up early. Lying in bed, I remembered what Teacher X said, "When I get home, I must help my parents do housework and repay everything my parents usually do for us." I always remember everything my mother did for me. this is too hard

I thought about it. My mother usually goes to work again and comes back in the afternoon to do housework and help me. How hard it is. I must do something for her so that her mother can have a good rest at the weekend.

I think I'd better clean up first. I came to the bathroom in high spirits and got wet with a mop. When the water was low, I came to the study with a mop and saw my father playing with the computer. I really wanted to play, but on second thought, I had to let my mother rest on weekends, so I tried not to watch the computer, just mopping the floor, but I couldn't help watching it. I hurriedly dragged my study and ran for my life.

Then I went to my mother's room. In order to clean up my mother's room, I specially put washing powder on the mop and dragged it around my mother's room crazily. I broke out in a sweat and finally dragged it out. When I saw the floor blooming, I was happy to disappear without a trace, and I was depressed. A minute passed, and I thought for a long time and began to delay. This time, I'm a little smarter. I dragged it slowly along the line of the floor. Time is not long, but I don't feel tired at all, but I feel happy. I took a break and began to procrastinate. It didn't take me long to finish dragging my mother's room.

I am very happy when I look at the shiny and spotless floor. Suddenly I saw a bottle filled with perfume, so I picked up the perfume and sprayed it several times in my mother's room, and the room was filled with fragrance. I thought to myself, my mother will be in a good mood when she sees her room so clean and fragrant.

When my mother came back from work, she came into the house and looked exhausted. Now it's all gone and she has become radiant like an angel. It turns out that a mother's heart is easily satisfied by her son's small "achievements". "Poor wind." As a son, my heart is full of joy.

The love of parents is great. They have been working hard for us. It used to be that we were young and didn't know how to honor our parents, but now. We should honor our parents and repay them for everything they have done for us. Hey. I just found it feels good to help my mother.