People have been learning to do all kinds of things all their lives, and I am no exception. Among so many things, what impressed me most was that I learned to wash dishes.

When I was in the third grade, many children of my age could do some basic housework, but I could do nothing but fold the quilt. Mom and dad look in their eyes and are anxious in their hearts. They decided to let me learn the simplest housework first-washing dishes. Hearing this, I beat my chest and replied in the loudest voice: "No problem, it's my treat, just wait for you to eat in a clean bowl."

At the beginning, I brought a lot of unwashed bowls and put them in the pool. I followed my mother's example, turned on the tap and washed it slowly for several times. I washed it and wiped the debris off the bowl by hand. It went well at first, and many sundries on the bowl have been cleaned up. I turned off the tap. I proudly thought, "Now there is only detergent left. I used to listen to my parents saying that it was difficult to wash dishes. I didn't expect so much. " I was just about to get the detergent when my hand slipped and the bowl exploded on the ground. I quickly picked it up and thought, "This was an accident. This poor bowl was the first victim, but it can't be my fault. Failure is the mother of success. " Then I picked up another bowl to wash. This bowl seems to be doing the right thing for me. It keeps slipping. I haven't washed it for a long time. When I was in a hurry, my hand loosened and I only heard a bang. The result can be imagined. I just woke up from a dream and picked up the bowl on the ground. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the bowl fell into a "hemiplegia". I beat a retreat in my heart and thought, "If this continues, I will break a pool of bowls." At this time, my mother came in and asked me with a smile, "Is the bowl ready? Your father and I are waiting to eat with the bowl you washed! " . I hung my head in shame and replied, "No, I can't always do the dishes." Mom saw it and said, "Don't worry, I'll show you." After that, my mother picked up the bowl, skillfully washed it with water, then put on the detergent, carefully cleaned the sundries by hand, and finally washed the detergent with water. I carefully observed my mother's movements, only to see her clean the bottom of the bowl, and then wipe it round and round. My mother said to me, "the oil bowl is not easy to wash." After listening to this, I suddenly realized, thinking: "No wonder the first bowl is easy to wash, and the second bowl is not easy to wash." After that, I learned to wash like my mother, all thumbs. Although the dishes I washed were not as good as my mother's, I was still very happy. Then I washed all the dishes in the same way as before.

Looking at a pile of clean and comfortable bowls, my heart is full of joy. From this dish washing, I not only know how to wash dishes, but also know that practice makes perfect!