Today, the weather is sunny. I'm clamoring to return the book to the bookstore. But my mother couldn't accompany me, so I had to ask my father to accompany me to the bookstore. My mother told me to mop the floor before she left. In order to let my mother go quickly, I readily agreed, and my mother left safely.

After my mother left, I took the water first, then found out our mop and put it in a bucket like mutton hotpot. I rinsed it once, twice, and thrice ... I rinsed it, and took it out, because there was too much water in the mop, so I had to step on it to dry it. I took the mops that I had stepped on and dragged them to my parents' room. I dragged it from the outside to the inside, and the mop dragged it in front of me and stepped on it, just like the one that didn't drag it. I am laborious and time-consuming. Dad, who is watching TV, can't watch any more. He taught me that I should drag it from the inside out, with the mop behind me. I did it one by one, well, don't tell me, it's really handy to drag it up under dad's guidance! The first room has been delayed, so my own room should be delayed quickly. Look! The mop was in my hand, like fairy wand, and I finished it in a short time. I told my father that I was finished, and my father happily took me to the bookstore.

On this Sunday, I got my first harvest and the joy of working.