"What's this smell? It smells terrible! " A well-dressed woman in her twenties covered her nose and mouth, and her frowning brows were like spiral lines and wrinkles when a brick fell into the lake. Eyebrows like willow leaves, eyes like lake water, but unfortunately eyes glance at the sewer from time to time. "It's so dirty, I won't clean it!" In fact, she is here to participate in team activities, one of which is to clean the venue. But she didn't stay for half an hour and left.
All the cleaners in the village have asked for leave, leaving only the young and old in the village, young and old. What shall we do? When I went to the country for my summer vacation, I lay on the windowsill and lost in thought. ...
After a long time, suddenly, a black shadow passed by, followed by the sound of "crunch ...". The sudden sight surprised me: Is this the rainy Shan Gui in the novel? No, no, although it is surrounded by mountains and waters, there are no monsters in broad daylight! I pressed the necessities, plucked up my courage and opened the window with a bang.
"ah! I secretly took a breath of air conditioning. "It was Uncle Samuel! What are you doing outside on rainy days? "I blinked in confusion." The blocked sewer will bring inconvenience to many people. I'll take care of everything ... "Uncle Miao turned around and smiled honestly.
It's raining harder and harder, pouring down like a downpour. It's like someone tore a big hole in the sky, and the Tianhe River, which burst its banks, ran endlessly and hit Uncle Miao mercilessly. ...
When I saw it, I panicked and shouted, "Uncle Miao! Please have a rest! Such a heavy rain will ruin your health! " After that, he wanted to rush out with an umbrella. "no! One more thing will do. " Uncle Miao waved his hand and said, "If we drag on, Uncle Li's house will be flooded." The words sound just fell and Uncle Miao pointed to the low steps of Uncle Li's house. "Then I really want to thank you!" "Between the neighbors, it should be!" Still that smiling face. Uncle Miao tried to clean up the mud, his rough feet were covered with mud, and his thin face was dripping with rain, but his face was like a blooming flower. He was soaked to the skin, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.
Looking at Uncle Miao's tired back, a warm current came to my mind. ...
This is one of the things that happened when I lived in my hometown, and it will stay in my heart forever. ...
Grade 5: Miao pottery