a bowl of harvest

"Hey, hehe..." How quiet the house is today, even the hands of the clock can be heard, usually there should be a busy voice of the mother in the kitchen. I went to the living room and saw that my mother was asleep on the sofa. I want to wake my mother, but my mother is tired for a day, let her mother rest. I started to replace the mother to brush the bowl. I stacked the plates and bowls together, and the tall ones were like a hill. Then, they were lifted up, staggered to the sink, carefully placed in the sink, and finally relieved. I learned how to look at my mother, put on my gloves, picked up the detergent, just fell, and I don’t know how much it should fall. By the way, when you wash your hair, you have to pour the shampoo of one hand, not to mention the pile of greasy dishes. I picked up the detergent and poured it on. Not too long, the sink is bubbling like boiling water, not good, the detergent is much more. I kept rushing, changing the water, but it was not clean. These bowls have been against me. Oh, forget it, don't wash it. I just have to go, look at the ground, the foamy water in the ground, I do not know when it overflowed. I quickly rushed to clean up, and the sound of the jingle in the kitchen woke up my mother. My mother came over and said to me, "Why, the sun is coming out to the west, my baby is growing up?" I listened to my mother’s praise. I started to work again. Under the guidance of my mother, I finally washed the bowl. I looked at a hill like a bowl of bright light, and my heart was beautiful. I know this time, I only know how to work hard and persist.