My war with my mother

Today, I bought a book that I dreamed of. Because my homework was not finished, my distance from it was unpredictable. So the mouse became my "example". I wanted to steal it, so I went to war with my mother. It’s in full swing!

I looked at my mother into the room as a thief, and when I was sure, I read the book with great interest. "哒哒" a footstep sound came into my ears, I quickly picked up the book, so I did my homework seriously, and I still read the subject. My mother looked at me with a gaze, and I cleverly avoided it. The mother who didn't find the clues sneered and slowly left. I went on to study my su, and looked at the enemy from time to time. My mother's shadow suddenly appeared. Humph! It’s not easy to play with me! I don’t know if the bamboo shoots are still new. I immediately put away the book and looked at my mother’s teeth. I couldn’t help but smug, but I thought how proud I was at the time.

However, this time I was not so lucky. My mother gently walked into my room with my tiptoe. At that time, my mind was roaming the book. When I saw my mother's figure, I was too quick to cover it. A "claw" swept away from the sky and my beloved. The book, I want to cry without tears, it is a moment of misunderstanding into the hatred of the ages! As a result, my mother broke the salt and said that I was disheartened. My mother said proudly: "Book, don't want it! Play with me, 'cat and mouse', you are tender!" But ginger is still old. hot!

Hey! Dear book, you came gently, but you also went gently...

Fifth grade: Chen Yuqian