One Saturday, my mother was on a business trip, and my sister and I were looking after the house.
Soon, my sister threw toys everywhere. As soon as I saw it, I thought: My sister has made such a mess in the room, and my mother will definitely scold me again when she comes back, because she didn't manage her sister well. I came up with an idea and said to my sister, "shall we tidy up the room?" "Good," said my sister.
I picked up the toys one by one and put them in the toy box. My sister quickly put them in the box, as if she were competing with me. After packing the toys, my sister said loudly to me, "Yeah, I won, I won." After that, I put the things on the bed back in the proper place. Fold the quilt on the bed again and pull the straw mat. After I made the bed, my sister brought me a broom to sweep the floor. After sweeping, I felt the floor was a little dry. I washed the mop and mopped the floor. Finally, I cleaned the room.
After my mother came back, I proudly said to my mother, "I cleaned the room!" " "Sister said," I also helped! " "
I have nothing to do at home today, and I want to ask my mother to go out to play, but I remember that today is Labor Day and I have to help my parents do a housework. I thought sweeping the floor was the best thing for me.
So I picked up the broom and garbage. I started sweeping the floor and saw a lot of rubbish on the ground. I swept around for a while. After a while, I filled the trash can and took out the garbage. Seeing that the garbage in the trash can is gone, I feel less smelly.
I shouted when I got home, because I had just finished sweeping, and my mother had already tidied up my clothes. All the chains below are a big thrust, and I'm going to sweep the floor again. What bad luck
I sweep the garbage bit by bit with a broom. I emptied the garbage into the trash can, which was full of chains, some long and some short, and a small part of them broke. I swept for more than ten minutes, and finally the floor was spotless. I went to take out the garbage again and felt that the trash can was much heavier than before. If it is heavier, I can't carry it.
I have to help my parents do housework, and it's also very hard!
Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the school has arranged for us to visit the tomb of Huaihai Memorial Tower.
The students happily carried a small bag with only one bottle of mineral water and set off in a neat line. Soon we arrived at Waita.
After entering the gate, I only took one step, and I saw a magnificent monument engraved with several glittering Huaihai Campaign memorial towers, surrounded by rows of pine trees, standing in a row like soldiers, symbolizing the tenacity, straightness and unyielding of the martyrs.
We climbed the stone steps, and I counted about a hundred knots, representing how many heroes died for our country.
Teacher Hu led us to sing the songs of the Young Pioneers and take an oath together, which was extremely solemn. /kloc-more than 0/00 new students joined the Young Pioneers, and the big brothers and sisters in the fifth grade wore red scarves for the new players on the spot. The bright red scarf flutters on our chest like the blood of martyrs, and the sun is dazzling.
All the students walked around the monument, which was engraved with the pattern of Huaihai Campaign, showing the war situation. Some soldiers have guns in their hands, some carry explosives, and some push carts, regardless of their health. Even the elderly and children went into battle to deliver water and meals together.
I looked at the pattern and my heart surged. It is the young lives of these martyrs that have brought us a happy life today. We should not only cherish them, but also be grateful and repay them with actions. We post-00 s should study hard and make contributions to the development of the motherland in the future. It is our responsibility to make China strong and let the world know that China is the best!
On Sunday afternoon, my mother said to me, "Your sister is going back to Taicang from Hangzhou this afternoon. You have to tidy up your room. " I was dumbfounded: because this is the country, and I haven't lived in the country for a semester, the room is in a mess, books and sundries are on the table, and garbage is everywhere. I broke more than a dozen paper cranes and "flew around" in the house, which was hard to see.
I'll start with the table. I dug out a pile of books from my desk and wanted to put them on the shelf, but I tried my best to suck them, and they didn't move at all: "Ah, seven or eight!" " "I'm smart: just split up. I divided the book into five parts and picked it up one by one. It's not easy to move with great effort! Those books, almost as tall as me, are exhausted.
The books have been sorted out, and the dust and debris are still there! I divided the sundries into "toys" and "handicrafts" and then swept them into a big box and put them in the cupboard. There is nothing on the table, but it has turned from white to black. That's disgusting. I'm going to throw up. I wanted to compare it to a girl with a veil, but it was too dirty to compare. If compared, he is also the ugliest person in the world. I went to the bathroom to get a rag and wiped it on the table. Guess what? The rags are all black! I carried a basin of water and washed it with soap. I went in, and the water was gray. I rubbed it again. The water turned dark, so I had to dump it. Then I brought another basin of water and kept rubbing it. My hand is almost broken with pain, and then I continue to rub it. Although I seem reluctant, my mother's life has to be obeyed.
Finally, I don't want to mention it. All the rubbish on the ground (actually toys) was thrown away by my mother! Although it is clean and praised by my mother, everything is dirty except the desk! Forget it, I want it back!
On the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, the school organized us to visit the grave in People's Park. I have been to People's Park countless times, but this time, why did I go into battle lightly? Why is my heart so heavy?
Walking to the entrance of the cemetery, I saw the familiar gold-plated characters of "Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Park" at a glance. The students suddenly said nothing, one by one with a serious expression, and walked up the steps in an orderly way.
Along the way, the pines and cypresses are green and full of spring. At this moment, there seems to be a scene in front of my eyes where martyrs shed their heads and shed their blood for the victory of the revolution.
Go on, a tall monument stands in front of us. I started my activities. I cleaned the grave carefully. After cleaning, I looked up at the monument silently, and my heart was full of waves: How many unsung heroes died in the battlefield in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, and how many soldiers left their names? What a martyr! What a magnificent monument!
When we assembled, we observed a three-minute silence. I seem to see: a soldier fell and countless soldiers rushed forward. Their blood dyed the sunset and the battlefield red ...
Subsequently, Qin Zhizhen and Wang Cancan presented wreaths to the martyrs on behalf of all the students. Finally, we walked slowly around the monument. I saw that the five-pointed star directly above the tombstone was particularly bright in the sun.
Reluctantly leaving the park, on the way back, I secretly vowed: I must study hard and comfort those heroes who created a happy life for us!
Once again, in the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents took me back to my hometown to visit the grave. On the way, the spring is bright and the sun is shining. On both sides of the expressway, there are bright green wheat fields, yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms. What a beautiful spring!
Tomb-Sweeping Day in Henan is very grand. Our ancestral grave is located in Qingyuan with beautiful scenery. During the Qingming Festival, the mountains are full of grave-sweepers, and the mountains are full of excitement. Adults prepared a lot of cakes, snacks, fruits and drinks, and carried them with a pole. Some children followed with hoes and shovels, and the family went up the mountain to sweep the grave together.
Grave-sweeping activities may be interesting. Every time we find the ancestral grave, we are busy separately, some weeding, some adding soil. In a short time, the overgrown graves were cleaned up a lot, and then we had to insert colorful tomb money into the new soil of the grave, dip the brush in red paint and completely paint the words on the tombstone. As a result, the ancestral graves that have not been repaired for a long time suddenly took on a new look.
Adults took out offerings and put them in front of graves, lit incense sticks and burned a lot of paper money. These offerings are for ancestors, and paper money is for ancestors to show the filial piety of our younger generation. Finally, everyone should kowtow in order of seniority, and some are still mumbling. Look, my cousin wrote: Blessed by my ancestors, let me get five more points in the college entrance examination! How ridiculous.
There are more interesting things. There is a line in the left column of grandpa's tombstone, which has never been traced. I picked up the pen without thinking, and my father screamed, freeze! It turned out that this line was left to grandma after her death. Almost ran into trouble, and hurriedly knocked four heads at grandpa's grave, and the adults laughed happily. ...
After sweeping the grave, we were all exhausted and limped down the mountain, but this day was really meaningful. Tomb-Sweeping Day made me pay a little respect to our ancestors and strengthened my feelings with my cousin.
Wang Jinyi, Grade 7, Class 2, Grade 3, Experimental Primary School, Yanzhou City, Shandong Province is sweeping the floor. Today is Monday, and our six groups are on duty.
I am responsible for mopping the floor. Because the mop was not wet, I had to drag it from the third floor to the first floor with Li Chengcheng to wash it.
At first, I thought mopping the floor was simple, but every time I remembered it, it was difficult. Although the mop was heavy, in order to lose face, I pretended that the mop was light, held it hard and ran forward, looking at my classmates with disdain, proud. However, I am pretending after all! The mop is too heavy, I can't stand it at all! My waist is almost bent. Finally mopping the floor, I really want to have a rest, but seeing that my classmates are still working, I started working again.
The ground was also swept away. "I won!" I can't help cheering in my heart. Looking at the white floor tiles, I smiled with relief.
It's our group's turn to sweep the floor today. After school, my classmates who cleaned the classroom with me all ran away, leaving me alone. Looking at such a big classroom, I began to feel sad and secretly blamed those lazy guys.
I picked up the broom and cleaned the platform first. Although the podium is small, there is a lot of chalk powder and two corners, which are difficult to clean. I began to sweep carefully, and I swept hard where there was chalk powder. I had to sweep it several times before I could clean it, because the chalk powder was very fine and would leak out from the gap of the broom. When sweeping to the corner, the chalk powder inside can only be pulled out by hand, because the broom can't sweep it out at all. Finally, I finished sweeping the platform. Next, it's time to sweep the lower part of the platform. There are big tables and chairs below, which are difficult to clean. I sat on the floor of the podium and began to think about something. I rolled my eyes and thought of one thing: I put all the chairs on the table so that there would be no obstacles when sweeping the floor. After moving the chair, I began to sweep the floor. Just halfway through the sweep, the bell for locking the teaching building rang. I was in a hurry, so I swept it and piled all the rubbish under the lecture table. I looked at the end and ran away. ] ran out of the teaching building.
When I got home, I was scared. Describe being very scared. ] I spent the night happily. I came to the classroom early the next morning, knowing that none of the teachers and classmates found the garbage under the desk. I breathed a sigh of relief happily, and dumped the garbage into the trash can while no one was there.
My task has finally been successfully completed!
One day, it was sunny and warm. It was a good day to fly a kite. I excitedly picked up my beloved big kite and rushed to the door.
Just out of the unit door, I heard a burst of laughter. It turns out that two children are playing with bubbles. Their left and right hands are holding a foam board, rubbing against each other, rubbing out countless small white round particles, jumping in all directions and shouting, "It's snowing, it's snowing!" " Small white round particles are blown by the wind, flying in the air and finally falling to the ground. The ground is white and looks dirty.
An aunt cleaner came running from a distance and shouted angrily, "God, how can you naughty children make the ground so dirty!" " "The two children were so scared that they started to run. The cleaning lady reluctantly began to sweep the floor. As soon as I saw it, I took a broom and dustpan and hurried home to help. I scanned it carefully, but those white round particles looked like my enemies. Whenever I raise my broom, they fly gently in waves of wind and land in another place, but they will not be swept into the dustpan by me. What shall we do? I thought about it, brought a basin of water from home, lit the place with the most small round particles, and splashed it fiercely. The small round particle got wet and couldn't fly any more. I can only sweep into the dustpan in frustration like a defeated soldier. Looking at the dustpan that is getting more and more full, I am extremely proud.
After a long time, the small round particles were finally cleaned up and the environment was as clean as ever. The cleaning lady said, "Thank you, little friend." I said, "You're welcome. This is what I should do. "
Since the first grade, the teacher has been telling us to love our motherland. I know that loving the motherland is not just a slogan, but doing our best for our home, our school and our hometown with practical actions, because we are glorious young pioneers.
Today is the first day of the holiday in Tomb-Sweeping Day. My parents and I went to Longtoushan Cemetery to visit my second aunt's grave. The year before last, an unexpected medical accident took the life of my favorite second aunt.
The cemetery is already crowded with people. When we came to my second aunt's grave, my second uncle had wiped her tombstone over and over again. Mother gently put the flowers in front of the tombstone, cut and cut, cut and cut.
My mother looked at the photo of my second aunt and said affectionately, "Sister, we have come to see you. Are you okay there? " Mom's words were not finished, and she was already in tears. "Elder sister, your home is very good now. Tao Zhangyi will go to kindergarten soon. She looks chubby. Have you seen it? Our family is fine, too. Li wants to be in grade two. Don't worry about us. "
Dad gave me a push and whispered in my ear, "Tell my second aunt about your study. My second aunt loves you the most and is most worried about your study. " Yes, my second aunt likes me best, and my smiling face immediately comes to my mind. At that time, my family opened a clothing store, and my second aunt has been helping my mother manage the store. Since I was born, my second aunt has taken me, fed me milk and helped me walk. When I am old enough to ride a bike, she often ties me to a bike and takes me to her house for dinner.
I squatted beside my mother, held her hand, looked at the photo of my second aunt and said softly, "Second aunt, I have grown up, so don't worry about me anymore." Because my mother's clothing store is closed, she studies with me, and you are most afraid that my mother's business will affect my study. By the way, I'll tell you a good news. I am already a young journalist. Just now, DJI Evening News Young Journalists Weekly published a short article. I'm glad I didn't fall asleep all night. Second Aunt, are you happy? You must be very happy! I have fallen in love with writing now, and will try to write more diaries in the future. When I come to see you next year, I will give you a surprise. Second aunt, trust me! "
Unconsciously, I also burst into tears.