On a sunny morning, my mother and I went to my brother's house to play together. As soon as I entered the door, the aroma smelled fragrant. I saw my brother making sushi, and I ran over quickly. I wanted to make it, too. My brother wanted to know about me. I said, "No, I will make it, but it's not neat at all. It's not as good as my brother's. I think I'm too self-righteous. Ask my brother." Put a uniform layer of rice on it, then put two sausages, a cucumber, and sprinkle some floss. The last step is particularly difficult. My brother and I rolled it up together. I rolled it hard and the sushi was ready. My brother cut it into pieces. I picked up a piece and stuffed it in my mouth. It was soft and fragrant and memorable. I'm eating my own sushi, and my heart is full of joy. I hope I can have a good dream at night.

I'm too fast today!