One afternoon in the first month, my mother and I sat in the yard basking in the sun. Grandpa walked out of the house with an iron plow in one hand and a basket in the other. I greeted him quickly and asked, "Grandpa, what are you going to do?" Grandpa said, "It's a beautiful day today. I'm going to plant' Yang Ennai'." I asked my mother next to me, "What is' Yang En 'ai'?" Mother smiled and said, "'foreign nai' is potato, also called clock system." I nodded and decided to plant' Yangankang' with my grandfather.
I followed my grandfather to the fields. The earth smells fresh and earthy, and the soft sunshine shines on the soil that Grandpa has just turned over. The field seems to be covered with a layer of golden sand. Several clusters of green grass on both sides of Ridge Road are swaying slightly in the spring breeze. Grandpa put down his basket and iron plow, walked around the ridge road first, then picked up the iron plow, stood on the newly turned soil, used it to dig a small pit, and then put the potatoes in the basket into the dug pit one by one. Finally, pick up a handful of soil and crush it, and cover it with potatoes. Standing by, I said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, let me help you!" " "Grandpa smiled and said," good! "I jumped up happily and put the potatoes in the pit with one hand. Grandpa quickly said to me, "wait, you have to have a look." There are buds on potatoes. You should put the bud on it so that it will grow quickly. "Listen to grandpa, I picked up a potato and looked at it. Gee, it's so ugly and wrinkled, just like the face of a weather-beaten old woman. There are several purple buds with a little yellow-green color on them, and many beards are scattered at the bottom of the buds. I put it in the pit as my grandfather said and covered it with mud. Grandpa watered it again.
About an hour later, my grandfather and I finished planting a basket of potatoes. Looking at the fields full of potatoes, I asked my grandfather, "When will they grow?" Grandpa said, "If the weather is warm, it will grow well in about half a month." "Then I'll come back in half a month to see what they look like."
This is my first time to do farm work. Although a little tired, I learned a lot about knowledge of nature that I didn't know before.
The sixth grade volume Unit 1 Composition 2 The most precious thing in the world is maternal love. Mother is great, and maternal love can't be bought by money. My mother gave me life and brought me up. My mother has been doing her duty since I fell to the ground, but what has a mother done in the past twelve years?
Wash mom's feet! Although it is something that everyone can do, all this reflects the children's return and love for their mothers! On March 8th this year, it was the first time for me 12 years to do something for my mother-wash her feet. Although this day is a festival for all mothers in the world, my mother is still working in the field. She did it for our family. Mother came back from the field exhausted, so tired that she couldn't keep back. I was very distressed, so I quickly let my mother sit on the sofa, first poured her a cup of boiling water, then ordered a basin of warm water and put a handful of salt in the water (grandma said that washing feet with salt was effective for swelling and pain). I put the washbasin in front of my mother and said, "Mom, let my daughter wash your feet!" " Mom quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no, I can wash it." I smiled and said, "Mom, let's respect this filial piety." Mother had to say nothing more. I pulled my mother's feet up and carefully took off my shoes and socks. At this time, a strange smell came to my nose, and my nose twitched and I thought, My mother's feet stink! But on second thought, how tired my mother is after a day's work, why her feet stink now. So, I gently put my mother's feet into the water, rubbed and washed them carefully, thinking: I will often wash my mother's feet in the future, so that my mother can feel her daughter's love. When I looked up, I saw her smiling at me.
I really said to my mother, "Mom, I love you!" " "
Today is my mother's birthday. I want to give her a surprise-cook her a "birthday dinner"! But I've never cooked by myself. The most I can do is help my mother. But I don't think cooking is difficult. Isn't it just "cut the vegetables, mix the ginger, onion and garlic, put the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar away, and fry them again?"
Here we go. Make preparations first, wash vegetables, mix materials and cut vegetables. Hey, no matter how good my cooking is, this posture is decent! Listen! The sound of chopping vegetables, together with the sound of running water and pots and pans, is simply a lively symphony!
All right, we're ready, fry it! Looking at the blue flame, I seem to smell the fragrance of this dish! Just as I was enjoying myself, the phone rang, and I ran to answer it, thinking about the oil pan on the stove. I made up my mind, but I didn't expect it was too late! By the time I came back, the oil in the pot was smoking! I was frightened to disgrace, quickly put the washed vegetables into the pot with lightning speed, and hurriedly covered the pot. "Finally saved the day, haha ..." When I was proud, I suddenly found myself in a hurry and forgot to put onion, ginger and garlic! "Ah?" Before I could regret it, I saw the water in the pool overflowing again. The sound of running water seemed to laugh at me: "Haha, the oil smoke has just passed, and it is necessary to fight floods again!" " You careless bastard! "I just looked at the pot and forgot to turn off the tap! Fortunately, I made a quick decision and let the water go after three times five divided by two. At this time, my mother also came home from work, and my chef also resigned!
When the meal was ready, our family sat down and looked at the ugliest dish on the table. I can't help but bow my head in shame! Mother said knowingly, "this is the first time the baby has cooked to celebrate his birthday." I have to try this dish! " ""mom, don't-"I haven't finished yet, and my mother stuttered in her mouth early in the morning. "Well, it smells good! It smells of happiness! ""mom ... "I couldn't speak for a moment, and tears welled up in my eyes ... After dinner, only my dish was eaten cleanly. I secretly told myself: I must cook a really delicious meal for my mother next time!
I read an article called "Plum Blossom Soul" before, and the character of the plum blossom in the book deeply touched me. Hearing is empty, seeing is believing. I decided to visit her in this snowy winter.
I walked in a snowy world and saw a piece of red, like a spark on satin. Approached, there is a smell in the nasal cavity that seems to be absent. I followed the aroma into Merlin. When I came to a plum tree, I looked up at Mei, and a pity rose in my heart. Merlin was silent, and there was almost no sound except my rustling footsteps. I smiled and asked it in my heart, "Mei, why don't you show yourself in the colorful spring?" Why not bloom in the tree-lined summer; Why not smile in the cool autumn? But do you want to stand proudly on the branches in the snowy winter? "
It snowed harder and harder, and after a long time, the whole earth seemed to be wrapped in silver. Shu Mei used to wear brown clothes, but now she is white. The whole earth was horribly quiet, and some snow blocks fell from the sky. I looked up and found that May was about to dance. I held my breath in disbelief for fear of missing a wonderful moment. At first, Mei just shook off all the snowflakes, and then she danced a dance I had never seen before. They are jumping on the branches. At this time, a north wind roared. Not only did Mei not stop dancing, but she became more and more energetic. As a petite plum blossom flew from the branch to the ground, the rest of the plum blossom athletes were instructed to continue falling. Suddenly, the continuous plum rains made me feel the beauty of winter, which was a vibrant and unforgettable beauty. A plum fell on my shoulder, then fell, and I caught her. Put it under your nose, and the fragrance is still there.
The first time I saw plum blossom, I learned a lot, and I also knew why people praised her. Why is there her in Han Sanyou? Why is she among the four gentlemen in the flower? Why is she in the textbook?
Everyone has experienced many things, happy, annoying, unforgettable ... Among these things, what impressed me the most was when I was a freshman.
It was a Sunday. After lunch, my mother said to me, "son, can you help my mother sweep the floor once?" When I heard that it was sweeping the floor, I jumped for joy, because I had long wanted to help my mother with housework, and sweeping the floor was too simple, so I readily promised my mother.
I took a broom and began to clean in the living room. I picked up the broom and swept over. I don't know how long it took. I found that I cleaned this place, cleaned other places, and cleaned other places. I was dirty and sweated. I don't know what happened. At this time, my mother came over and said with a smile, "Son, you can't clean the floor like this." "It's just swept over!" I am still unconvinced. "Come, I'll teach you to sweep the room from all sides to the middle. You can't lift the broom too high and use too much force, otherwise you will sweep the dust to other places when sweeping here, and the same is true for sweeping other places. " Mother said patiently.
I can't wait to hear that. How particular is sweeping the floor? I followed my mother's advice with a grain of salt. The room was really clean and not tired at all. My mother smiled happily when she saw my grades, and even praised me as a clever boy. I am happy to help my mother with the housework.
From this sweeping, I understand a truth: we should pay attention to methods and skills in doing everything. Only in this way can we succeed in everything.
Today, my father and I went to Longgang Gome Shopping Mall and bought a brand-new camera. How beautiful! Although small, it is very useful. It can help you write down beautiful moments, and it can also help you take pictures of those beautiful mountains and rivers ... and watch them again. It has big eyes ... it's really cute!
Seeing my father fiddling with this camera makes my heart itch. I said to my father, "Dad, can you introduce this camera to me?" Dad said, "No problem! The top is the shutter button, the right is the zoom button, and the bottom is … "I said," Wow! You don't have to have that much knowledge to take a photo, do you? " Dad said, "Yes!" I said, "Then can you take a picture of my mother?" Dad said, "Yes!" We set out.
I asked my mother, "Where can I take pictures?" Mother said, "Let's go to Pingshan Park!" My mother and I came to Pingshan Park near my home in high spirits, and I started taking pictures. Later, I found a green lawn. I asked my mother to stand there first, then I adjusted the zoom, and then I asked her to pose. After my mom set it up, I did what my dad said. I first pressed the shutter button, and after the camera automatically focused, I said to my mother, "Smile!" " As a result, my mother was amused by me, and I immediately pressed the shutter, leaving this unforgettable moment!
Later, the photos were developed. Although not very beautiful, this is the first photo I took for my mother.
On a snowy winter day, I just finished my final exam and happily ran to the school gate to wait for my father to take me home. As soon as my father came, he told me that he had asked for a kitten at a friend's house. It's only half a month old. It's a Garfield.
We came to my father's friend's house. I saw an old cat with six lovely babies. I chose a very clever little female cat. She has a fat face, brown eyes and a small nose like a red bean. She is yellow and white, and looks beautiful. Dad held it carefully in his arms and walked home.
When she left, the kitten barked at her mother, who kept looking around. It seems to find that one of its babies is missing and crying. When I came home, my father let it out. It is dishonest, as if looking for its mother. My father and I decided to name it Jiajia, but it responded by calling it Mimi. I was a little scared just now and kept hiding behind curtains or quilts. Looking around with watery eyes, he seems to be familiar with the environment at home. I will carry it to the nest I made for it, but it won't, and it will slowly climb up. I put it on the bed again, and it wandered slowly. Suddenly, it stared at something on the bedside table, pedaled its limbs hard, and suddenly jumped with a whoosh, pulling out a small ball only half the size of a fist and happily playing with this "trophy" with its front paws. The next morning, my father fed it milk powder and went to work. The little thing fell asleep quietly beside me. When I opened my eyes, I found it was still sleeping. It looks so lovely that words can't describe it.
In the afternoon, when I was doing my homework, it lay quietly on the floor behind the chair where I was sitting, playing with my sweater and falling asleep slowly. When I was together, it woke up and jumped around me. Once, Mimi was very naughty. Mom opened the door to put the garbage, and it suddenly ran out. Dad chased it for a long time before bringing it back. Wash your feet when you come back, criticize. It also purred, as if to say, "I was wrong, I was wrong."
I like Mimi very much, and raising Mimi is also a very interesting thing.
In the process of growing up, there are many "firsts", such as: learning to swim for the first time, cooking for the first time, walking at night for the first time ... but the most impressive thing is drinking coffee for the first time, which has given me a lot of inspiration in life.
Dad always praises coffee "how delicious it is, and says to savor it carefully", but dad won't let me drink it, saying that coffee is not suitable for children. Hearing this, my heart itched and I thought: Is coffee better than coke and sprite? So, I've always wanted to find a chance to have a taste.
Today, while no one was at home, I decided to have a drink secretly. I crept into my parents' room, but I always felt that someone was following me. So, I walk slowly, and my heart is like a little rabbit, jumping all the time, always feeling that my parents' eyes are staring at me. I took out a bag of coffee from my father's desk in a hurry and rushed up according to my father's usual way of making coffee. Soon, a cup of delicious coffee is ready. I looked at this cup of coffee and thought: it smells so good, it must be delicious. I couldn't wait to take a sip. Unexpectedly, I ran to the bathroom and vomited, wondering: Why is this coffee so bad?
At this time, dad came back.
I asked what happened as soon as dad came back. Dad smiled and said to me, "You should pay attention to drinking coffee and savor it carefully to make it sweet." So is life. You always have to go through hardships and face them with a sincere heart in order to realize the true meaning and sweetness of life. "
So, I did as my father said. Unexpectedly, although there is bitterness ahead, it is so sweet after careful tasting.
From this incident, I know: life is like a cup of bitter coffee, bitter first, then sweet, whether the road of life is bumpy or smooth. As long as you go through all the hardships and win, you can truly appreciate the sweet taste and the true meaning and sweetness of life.
Unit 9, Book 2, Composition for Grade 6 Life is full of many firsts, such as cooking for the first time, performing for the first time, keeping a pet for the first time ... one after another, like a line of footprints, printed on our growing road. What impressed me most was doing housework.
Seeing my mother's fatigue in housework, there are deep wrinkles. I'm really worried about my mother's health. Hey! Good idea, I wonder if my mother will answer! I didn't agree at first, but after my "bitter words", I finally accepted my "unreasonable troubles". In fact, if I let my mother have a day off, I will be a "mother" for a day.
As soon as the sunshine passed through the clouds, the alarm clock began to ring. Ah! It's so annoying that I have to turn off the alarm clock by hand. No, it's too early. I am confused myself. Hmm? Don't I have to do housework today? In the end, my willpower overcame sleep.
I made a timetable from memory. Mother was cooking breakfast when she got up in the morning. All right! I can only cook fried rice with eggs, all of which are fried by my grandmother. I haven't touched the lampblack myself. I just hope my parents like it. First, steam rice, then wash rice, and then add water. Fortunately, grandma taught me that although this is the first time to steam, I just hope it won't be too messy. Then beat the eggs. Although it was really "breaking eggs" at first, it was much better later. Put the rice in. As a result, the rice is too hard and has to be drained. After frying, I tried it and it was almost tasteless. Hey! Soy sauce, my eyes lit up, and I was more determined to do the next thing.
The second thing is to mop the floor. I have seen my mother mop the floor, but I have never tried it myself. Wash the mop and start mopping the floor. As a result, you can imagine that the wet dew on the ground will fall off if you are not careful. Sweating, I had to take a dry towel to suck up the water on the ground, so I had to do things myself. Then I washed the dishes and took out the garbage ... My back ached and I was sweating. I can clearly know how embarrassed I am now, and I can also appreciate my mother's hard work.
That incident made me understand a life truth: many tiring things are carried by my parents, but I don't know the hardships of others. I want to repay my parents, others and learn to be grateful!
The first volume of the sixth grade Unit 1 Composition 10 Life is like a flower in full bloom in the sun; Life is like a bamboo forest in the breeze. People have to go through some things in their life, and the most unforgettable thing is my first cooking.
I have loved cooking since I was a child. I like the action and sound of cooking. I stood by and watched my mother cook. Today, when I recalled my first cooking, I couldn't help laughing.
When I was 9 years old, my parents were not at home, so I had to cook by myself. I'll beat the eggs and cut the tomatoes first. Then I turn on the fire and pour in peanut oil. When the oil is hot, pour in the eggs. When I noticed the egg, the oil suddenly jumped up. There is still smoke on the pot. I quickly threw away the bowl and fled the scene of the disaster. After a while, I used the lid as a shield and slowly leaned over. After a while, I used the lid as a shield and slowly approached the oil pan. 1 of "pa". I put the lid on. Meanwhile, I turned off the fire. When the oil slowly subsided, I opened the lid and saw that the pot was dark. Eggs? Needless to say, it must be all black, too. I have to feed the eggs to the mice. The first cooking ended in failure, and I was ready to give up, but a famous saying suddenly flashed in my heart: heroes have suffered many hardships since ancient times. You can't give up if you encounter a little setback. I'll try my best to make this scrambled egg with tomatoes.
I plucked up my courage and started cooking for the second time. This time, when I put the oil into the pot, I held up my "shield" to stop the oil. I shook it gently to prevent it from burning the pot. Wait until the eggs are cooked, then put the tomatoes in the pot and fry them. When the juice comes out, put the eggs in, then add salt and make a dish with soy sauce.
In the evening, I ate my own cooking, and my heart was full of joy. In my flowery life, I left a bunch of warm sunshine for the first time. He made me understand that no matter what I do, I must stick to it. Don't give up halfway when you encounter a little setback. Only by standing the test can we cultivate an independent heart. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?
Unit 1, Book 2, Grade 6 Composition 1 1 In everyone's life, there will be many unforgettable "firsts" that will be deeply branded in their hearts. Of course, I also had an unforgettable "first time", which happened by accident. ...
On the way to the "Thousands of Little Painters Painting Huizhou" competition, I just felt that "I can't draw a prize anyway, just for fun".
When I came to the scene, the host sent me two signs, one on my chest and the other on drawing paper. It's so solemn I thought I was hopeless, but I didn't want to leave in vain. So I took out my pen and paper, acted as a "little painter" and drew on the floor seriously. After a long time, I found a friend I know on the right. I'm excited. Say hello to her. She asked me. I shook my head and said, "I'm not sure." I drew a girl on her bag. The girl is dancing, and some melodies are dancing around.
When I finished drawing the girl's head, she leaned down and looked at it. She was surprised and said, "You paint like it. You are sure to win the prize." I am ecstatic. I looked at it and it really looked like it, which made me confident. ...
On the way home, I thought, "Maybe I can win the third prize, that's not bad ..."
"The award ceremony begins now!" The host said excitedly with a microphone. The audience burst into thunderous applause and the host began to read out the list. I'm a little nervous and scared ... in short, all the complicated emotions are mixed together. With cheers, I finally heard my name from the "Excellence Award". I am very happy. I can't believe it. Is it true?/You don't say. Although it is only an "Excellence Award".
When the award ceremony handed me a brand-new crimson certificate of honor and a big and thick notebook, I was shocked: this is the first certificate of honor in my life. I am particularly surprised!
From this, I also learned some enlightenment that I should learn: I should summon up courage to do anything, and if I face everything timidly, I will accomplish nothing. Believe it, courage will surprise us.
Unit 1 Composition, Book 2, Grade 6 12 There are many firsts in my life. What impressed me the most was my first speech on the campus platform. When I was in fifth grade. In the first half of the semester, I ran for various school cadres. With the feeling of giving it a try, I signed up for the school cadre election of the "Labor Committee".
I began to prepare my speech with great joy. Then take your speech to dad for revision. Dad gave it to me as soon as he finished speaking (he was very supportive of my campaign), and I was excited to recite the speech. ...
Finally, on the day of the speech, I came to school with my schoolbag on my back. Looking at the list, I am the 27th speaker on the stage. Think about it. I'm early. Therefore, I remembered this speech in my mind ... in the blink of an eye. When I arrived here, when I stood on the platform that I had been familiar with for a long time, I felt a little more nervous, just like holding a rabbit in my arms and my heart was pounding. I have memorized my speech long ago, but I can't say it at the moment. I looked in the direction where my parents stood, and my parents waved to me and cheered for me! So, I secretly said to myself: "Come on!" The speech blurted out as if I were at home, facing my parents With that, I bowed deeply and walked off the stage with a sigh of relief.
I was both excited and nervous waiting for the teacher to announce the result. A few minutes later, the teacher came out and announced one by one. Finally, the "Labor Committee". I concentrated and held my breath, but I didn't expect the teacher to pronounce the name "Gao Yu". Loss is like a boulder, which weighs heavily on my heart and makes me breathless. I really wanted to find a corner where no one was there to cry. My parents always comfort me on my way home. I tried to hold back my tears in order not to worry my parents. ...
After that, every time I think about it, there will always be some heartache and loss, but I think: life will always encounter difficulties, setbacks and failures! I can't live in the shadow of failure! I still have many such opportunities. Don't be sad. Through this incident, I also gained something, that is, I made a good friend, Gao. This is really my unforgettable first time.
Unit 1 Composition, Book 2, Grade 6 13 With the growth of age, our parents taught us a lot of housework, among which cutting vegetables is essential.
A few years ago, I saw a food program on TV. A chef is cutting tofu. He ate tofu and steamed stuffed bun quickly. "Who can't cut it?" I thought to myself, but he put the tofu in the water and waved it gently, and a line of "white silk" floated up! Such a good knife method! Also asked to cut vegetables.
I went to the kitchen, and my mother was about to cut carrots. I said to my mother, "Let me cut the radish today!" "My mother agreed, and said to me," Remember to hold the radish in your left index finger and the handle in your right hand, so that you are scared to wash it lightly before you weigh it. Be careful not to cut your hand. "Then she gave me a demonstration. Mother "scraped" a few times to cut radish into filaments, and "scraped" a few times to cut filaments into filaments. Radish silk lay neatly on the chopping board, like a bunch of silver silk.
I thought, "Isn't it easy?" Immediately, the right hand grabbed the kitchen knife and the left hand clumsily pressed it on the radish. Who knows, I was just about to cut it off. Somehow, the radish slipped from my hand and really slipped on my finger. I quickly drew my hand back. Fortunately, it wasn't cut by a knife, but my index finger was cut off.
Mom saw it and said, "Look at you. What's the hurry? Go to the band-aid, don't cut it, go to rest! " "Don't rest," I replied. "I don't believe you dare to be presumptuous in front of a giant like me!" "Radish is round and hard, and it is easy to slide on the chopping board. You can cut off a radish first, and then-""and then lay the cut side flat on the chopping board, right? "
So I started cutting, and the radish was much more obedient. But not long after, my mother said, "Oh, why do you eat so thin and thick?" How can you cook like this? "A fall into a pit, a gain in wisdom. I cut it carefully. It's really a once-in-a-lifetime experience. The shredded radish I ate was thin and long, and it was cut by my mother, almost the same.
I smiled and recalled that I covered my slightly painful hand when I cut vegetables just now, and I should do everything as seriously as cutting vegetables in the future!
Unit 1 Composition, Book 2, Grade 6 14 There are many times in our lives when we wash the red scarf for the first time, go shopping by ourselves for the first time, sleep by ourselves for the first time. ...
It's my first time, too. There are many more. The most unforgettable thing is washing the red scarf for the first time.
At noon that day, I remembered that my red scarf had not been washed, so I wanted my grandmother to help me wash it. When I entered the room, I heard her snoring slightly, and I knew she was asleep. I thought: Grandma washed that pile of clothes this morning, and I forgot to give her a red scarf. Now I want her to wash it again. What's more, she fell asleep, and I let her get up. Grandma is tired from washing clothes in the morning. Yes, that's it. Do it.
I came to the swimming pool with a red scarf, turned on the tap to wash it wet, wiped it with washing powder, and there was no foam. I wiped the soap on the red scarf again, then brushed it with a brush, wiped it again, then washed it with clear water and dried it. I was so excited after washing the red scarf that I ran to my room at once. I will wait for grandma to wake up and tell her that I washed the red scarf myself. Finally, grandma woke up, and I happily told her that the red scarf was ready. Grandma also said happily, "Come and see me." I happily pulled my grandmother to the pool. "Look!" The red scarf is watery, and it looks particularly crystal clear under the sunlight, like the crystal clear sun. Grandma smiled, and I asked, "Why don't you clean it?" "Yes, yes, but there is a problem." "What?" "After washing a dress, pull up your pants and socks and shake them, so that they won't wrinkle." Hearing this, I realized my mistake and immediately took off my red scarf, washed it, pulled it again, shook it again, and then hung it back. Grandma smiled happily.
This is the first time in my life. There are many firsts in life, sometimes smooth and sometimes difficult, but we should all treat them in a good way, so that your life will be more colorful.
Unit 1 Composition, Book 2, Grade 6 15 I am recognized as a "little slacker" in our village. I don't take part in any big or small things at home, but today, I had a different experience.
This morning, after the whole family finished breakfast, my mother called me to the backyard and solemnly said to me, "Son, you must learn the skills of life now, which is to lay the foundation for your future entry into society." "However, it will be two years before I can start living independently!" I argued. "If you don't adapt, you can't." Mother said calmly that the mother who has always been kind has become extremely serious. I knew from my mother's expression that there was no dispute about it, so I had to grin and agree.
First of all, my mother's first requirement for me is to learn to wash dishes. I immediately relaxed: "Don't I just wash a bowl? How simple it is. " I brushed my sleeves and tried to catch the bowl. "Don't move," mom said. "The steps of washing dishes are divided into four steps: pouring water → washing dishes → pouring water → washing dishes → taking bowls." It suddenly dawned on me that there was so much knowledge in washing dishes!
I picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of water from the vat and poured it into the washbasin. "Hua Hua" water drops played its wonderful music like musicians.
I put the bowl in the basin, squeezed some detergent and began to wash the dishes. "Brush-brush-brush." While I was washing dishes, I sang. Glittering bubbles flew in front of my eyes, as if to fly far away. After a while, the bowl was washed.
I poured out the water in the basin, poured another basin of clear water, put the bowl in and began to wash. I washed the bowls one by one, and soon all the bowls were washed.
I took out the bowl, poured out the water and put the bowl on the table. Although washing dishes this time is very tiring, I feel full of sense of accomplishment when I see the dishes I have washed.