After coming home from school, I opened the bookshelf and wanted to find a book to read. Because the bookshelf has not been tidied for a long time, the books inside are in a mess. The books that were originally classified are now inserted at the top, on the second and third floors, and they are lying in disorder, making it difficult to find them. So I decided to tidy up the bookshelves.

I'll take these books down in order first. I picked up a dozen books, holding them in one hand and one hand. When my hands are too busy, I put them on my chest, put my chin against them and carefully put them on the bed. Once, twice, three times ... before long, my arm was sore. Quit! Wait until mom and dad come back. Just thought of here, immediately denied his own ideas. How can you give up halfway? If you want to do it, you must do it well. Let mom and dad see that I am no longer a child who doesn't like labor. So I moved the book vigorously again. After all the books were moved down, I began to sort them out. After a while, my father's popular science books were placed on the top floor of the bookcase, my mother's books on family life were placed on the second floor, and my books in and out of class were placed on the third, fourth and fifth floors.

I don't know when my mother has stood at the door and looked at me with a smile. I quickly picked up a cookbook and said to my mother, "You have to cook a good dish for me today!" " ""Good boy, if you take the initiative to do housework and serve everyone, your mother will definitely cook for you! "

In my heart, this is sweeter than eating honey.

Labor is not only my love for life, but also the hard work of adults, and you can forgive me for forming good habits and becoming a good boy who loves labor!