Sixty one storm

On the morning of Children's Day, I was happily coming to the school. The school was full of excitement and new layout. Every class was rehearsing for the afternoon celebration. I came to my classroom and stayed, I saw it. Class teacher Wang frowned, and the students looked at her with anxious eyes.

I only know when I asked, it was originally arranged in our class yesterday, I don’t know who was messed up. The table was made a piece of the east; the loaded snacks were scattered into one piece, and even more terrifying was that even the bookcases were knocked down. At this time, the teacher of the class teacher, Wang, said: "Please give us a hard time. How can you have a clean and beautiful teacher?"

In desperation, we had to re-arrange the classroom. Xiao Ming began to snack, Xiaodong and Xiaofan and Xiaogang began to move bookshelves, Xiaohong and Xiaonan began to move the table.

Half an hour passed... An hour passed... The classroom was finally clean. It turned out that I had been a thief last night. Many of the classes were stolen, including our class, but the thief was too late to steal and was arrested, but the thief still slipped away.

Although this June 1 is very hard, we are still very happy.

Fourth grade: Chen Daxia 2001