Cleaning

Xian Lie Dong Guo Xiao fourth grade Chen Yufan

Spring is here, the grass is coming out, and the willow branches are budded out... alive and well. Today is the first day of school.

"叮铃铃..." After class, the teacher cleared his throat and said with excitement: "Today we cleaned up, XX and Xiaoming sweep the floor, XX and Xiaoqiang..."

I got a group with my friend, Yin Wei. My name is Yin Wei, but he is full of sullen feelings.

"Hey, Yin Wei, come over and take the rag, I will take the bucket to fetch water." The voice just fell, he stood still, I looked at him, thinking: Hey? Not right? He is very optimistic in peacetime. Does he have any thoughts today?

I walked over and patted his head, shaking his hand in front of him, and he came back. When he went to get the rag, I said, "Yin Yin, is there anything you have today?" Yin Yi stammered and said: "No...nothing...things."

I started working. I rubbed the table while I was yelling at Yin Yin: "Yin Yin, give me a rag, Yin Wei, give me a bucket, Yin Yin give me that thing..." Zhang San next to it Rubbing the window, Li Si, who was with him, was also "pointing his fingers".

"Yin Yin, what do you have to worry about?" I thought of the question just now, "Speak up, everyone can help you out!"

"I went to the XX hotel for dinner last time. I want to order a saury with a pound of three or two. Yes, the boss said that it was sold out. I asked, 'What fish?'" The result is that he grabbed a dozen kilograms. The ferocious shark said with a smirk: "There are only a dozen sharks left. The sharks only sell them. No matter how much they sell, one is more than 3,000. This is the best. I have to pay more than 3,000 yuan!" I had no choice but to fish. At the end of the checkout, I spent more than 3,000 yuan. An ordinary crystal chicken actually sold two hundred and seventy-five yuan, three hundred and seventy. Half a dollar, one as long as one thousand three hundred yuan, a small bowl of rice to fifty yuan, a big bowl of one hundred and fifty yuan, as a result, I let my mother's wallet are empty. He said with a sad face.

Finally, the end of the sweep, the students went on and on.

Looking at the polished window, I thought, "All the pain can be erased, but the child's trauma can never be erased!"

Fourth grade: 2574691736