Third grade winter vacation theme essay (filial piety to parents) cleaning makes mom happy

Hygiene found a "treasure"

Author: Bocai White Crane Primary School third grade, duanduan

After lunch today, my mother's brow frowned and her face was clouded with sorrow. Seeing that the house was a little dirty, I was ready to clean up the house, hoping that my mother would be in a better mood.

I'm ready to start with the messy living room. There were some items scattered on the ground, and some garbage that my brother and I had thrown away. I first briefly tidied it up and then started cleaning.

Starting with the sliding door to the balcony, I found that there was some dust and rubbish in the grooves of the sliding door, but it was really not easy to clean. I found a small stick to pick, and wiped it with a rag while picking it, although it could not be completely cleaned, but it looked much more comfortable. I suggested that my mother buy a small vacuum cleaner so that it was much more convenient.

In addition to this groove, some corners and places obscured by objects must also be hiding garbage, and there may be surprises. You see I pushed the fire table to the TV cabinet, and sure enough, there are many "treasures" hidden underneath, and the erasers and erasable pens that I didn't see yesterday are lying quietly and sleeping there! Of course, in addition to these usable treasures, there are also some that we don't want, such as dust, cookie crumbs, food bags, and so on.

When the bottom of the fire table was cleared, I threw myself under the couch. But there are still some places where the broom can't reach it, and it seems that it has to be pushed away to clean. The sofa is solid wood, I spent a lot of effort is still very difficult, my brother ran to help, and the mother behind also helped a little, and finally moved away.

"Wow, there's more treasure under the couch!"

There are slippers that my brother has been missing for a few days, socks that I can't find, books, books, chess pieces... hahaha!

After collecting these "treasures", my brother was responsible for sorting them out, and I cleaned them. Then I moped the floor with a mop and dragged it inside and out, and it took an hour or so in total, and I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. Although my arms were a little sore, I was happy because the house was clean.

The home was clean and comfortable, not only cleaned up the dirty things, found the hidden "treasures", and the bad mood was also driven away. Mom's brow also unfurled and gave me a thumbs up, great!