During the epidemic, I gained a lot of skills, among which I practiced most every day to help my parents clean up. Well, today I was busy again.
First, sweep the floor. My left hand grasps the long handle dustpan, the right hand holds the long handle broom, starts from the sitting room, sweeps earnestly. As I swept, I stared at the tiny specks of dust that appeared every day. What did they look like? Where do they come from? If you think about it carefully, you will find that most of the dust is the wool or wadding that falls from the cloth such as clothes and quilts. In addition, there is the hair and hair on people‘s bodies, and some is the small dust brought in by shoes from the outside. Then I swept to two bedrooms, where there were pencil and rubber shavings on the floor; Mom and dad have soot in the bedroom and so on.
The second step is to mop the floor. I now rinse and twist the mop in the patio pool, and then carry the mop basin with half a bucket of water. From the living room began to drag, while dragging and found on the ground there are some missing when sweeping the small hair, then use paper towels to pick up the fish. Then the bedroom, and finally the kitchen, where the heavy oil is.
The third step is to wipe with a cloth. Wipe the desktop, cabinets and other places. Wipe me while chanting, wipe every day, or there will be a steady stream of dust. There’s no end to it!
When all the above procedures were finished, I was out of breath and sweating on my head. But I couldn‘t help smiling at the sight of the new room! Oh yeah, labor makes people happy