You must get up early in the morning, without exception. The work assignment at home is very suitable. The heavier work is done by my father, the medium work is done by my mother, and the lightest work is left to me.
Dad's job is to clean the glass and mop the floor. Dad mopping the floor is particularly interesting. Dad always mops the floor three or four times. He said, "Do it or do it completely." He filled the bucket first, then washed the clean mop again and again until he was satisfied, then wriggled the mop unhurriedly, and finally mopped the floor carefully. "Look how hard I work, learn from me!" Dad said seriously. Every time I see him like this, my mother and I laugh. I say from time to time, "We are not learning from you! You work too hard. If you want to learn from you, you have to kill us! " Mother's job is to wash our clothes. Standing by the washing machine for several hours every day, squatting in front of the washtub, soon, she will have a backache, but she never complains, never mentions it to us, and always endures it. I just clean the furniture. I washed the dishcloth first, then cleaned the furniture carefully, and then proudly told my mother that I was very heavy and tired and asked her for the money to clean the furniture. I would say, "Mom, look! How tired my work is! Pay the salary soon! " I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Mom is very tired at work, but she never asks us for money. My job is simple. I have to ask my mother for money. I'm really ashamed. Sometimes I will wipe it carefully, and sometimes I will be lazy. Originally, the house was very dirty, but it became so clean after these three hands in my house. Look, this is our family's cleaning on Sunday. We are all very happy.
Dad is seriously experiencing his own efforts, mom is watching her wash clothes, and I am counting my salary. The three of us smiled at each other.
As soon as I opened the door in the morning, the biting cold wind blew over and came at me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful. It is very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character. This is the first snow in winter, and it is also the first snow of 20 1 1. At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes fell from the sky, like a white tent was pulled up around, and the earth immediately turned white. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time. You see, people in the snow, no, are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees. It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow. My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman. Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth. After returning home, I stood on the balcony and watched the falling snowflakes. Its charm attracted me deeply. Itchy in my heart, I'm excited about the "auspicious snow and good harvest" and happy about having a new game place. Listening to the "whistling" wind and the shouts of "hip-hop" outside the window, I couldn't help looking up. "Snow! How do you have such great charm? Why are you so attractive to me? ..... "The question filled the whole afternoon, and my thoughts drifted with the snow. Although I had my favorite book in my hand, I didn't read it all afternoon. I finally stayed up till night, so it's time for bed. Take this opportunity to have a good look. "Ah ah! Still waiting! " I climbed onto the windowsill to see the snow scene. The distant mountains, nearby houses and cars are all wrapped in heavy snow. How can we tell what is what? It's just white. However, this makes me reluctant to leave the place to watch. Why? Maybe it's because snow can moisten the land and freshen the air! And! The whiteness of snow means a beautiful mind; The purity of snow represents noble moral integrity; The coldness of the snow reflects the fiery passion ... Looking at the snow, I find that its charm is getting bigger and bigger. Moreover, I also believe that it attracts not only me, but all those who love it!
In the afternoon, it suddenly became dark. The wind is blowing hard, the wind is whining and the leaves are rustling.
Raindrops the size of beans crackled on the window. Lightning doesn't like the human world It "splits" the boundless sky with hundreds of millions of loads of current, as if cutting a dark waterfall. Tripterygium wilfordii doesn't like the world either, and he flew into a rage, and the voice of "rumble" resounded through the sky. I only heard waves of "ticking" rain. Rain fell to the ground like a string of pearls. A few little frogs croaked and seemed very happy. In several small ditches along the road, fish are frolicking in the water, and their tails splash from time to time, making a "splash" sound. From time to time, there is a "goo goo" conversation, which seems to be the discovery of food. They swim together, "goo goo doo", grab the food and swallow it in one gulp. I listened intently, as if I remembered the symphony in my ear ... The rain was banging on the strings, accompanied by the croaking of frogs and the gurgling of fish. ...
After the shower, everything was calm again. In the street, the noise of people "jabbering"; Birds are chirping on the branches.