Playing mosquitoes

Today, Mom and Dad are going to work, only I stay at home. I feel very bored, just sitting on the bed and reading quietly.

Just as I saw it with gusto, a mosquito harassed me in the air and pulled me out of the world of books. I ignored it and continued reading. But it is still unswerving, so don't leave. I put down the book and shot it to death. I picked up the book and looked at it with confidence.

The same thing happened on the second day...

I am eating snacks at home while watching TV. I always feel that something ominous will happen. Sure enough, a mosquito came to harass me again. I still ignored it as I did yesterday, but it did not fly like the mosquitoes of yesterday, but flew to the wall of my hand and smashed it, then smashed again. Several times. The itchy and unbearable bags came out of my arms one by one, and I took a shot and took them to the mosquitoes. When the mosquito saw me, I finally got angry. I flew away. I shot left and right, and the mosquito left and flicked. I was chasing after me, and finally I was too tired to run, and the mosquitoes also flew to the wall. When I was tired of mosquitoes, I used my “backup hidden energy”. I used all my strength to shoot the past.

The mosquito died in this way under my "like the palm of the hand."

Fourth grade: Ji Qianyu