I am a good helper at home. On Sunday, I saw that the floor at home was dirty. I thought: I'm resting anyway, let me sweep the floor. I'll take a broom and dustpan first and sweep it from the upstairs guest room to the study. Seeing that the table in the study was dirty, I picked up a rag and wiped it, and then wiped other places upstairs. When I went downstairs, I saw that the bedroom was clean. I went to the bathroom again. I put the messy towels away and wiped the dirty glass. I went to the living room to water the flowers, clean the coffee table, dust, fold the quilt and mop the floor ... My mother went upstairs and asked strangely, "Who cleaned this?" "I said," I cleaned it. "My mother praised me, and my heart was full of joy.