After writing essays and doing housework, I tasted the joy of success.

It is still in practice that it can be consummated

1 All the transparent days of childhood, childhood, and youth are like blue gems, condensing every tear of laughter, and the white paper is painted with the color of dreams, and also records the many joys when we are together. One of the things that I learned about growing up was learning to wash dishes.

It was when I was in third grade, and I was sitting in my room watching TV after lunch on a Sunday, when suddenly I heard the sound of running water and the clanging of pots and bowls from the kitchen, like an electronic piano ensemble. Curious, I ran into the kitchen to see what was going on. Oh, it was Mom washing the dishes.

I looked at my mother's easy, skillful movements and thought to myself, washing the dishes doesn't seem to be very difficult! I should also help my mother with some of the housework. So I said to my mother:

Mom, let me try washing the dishes! Mom happily agreed.

I stood in front of the sink, rolled up my sleeves, followed my mother's example, poured a drop of Cleansing on the dish towel, held the bowl in my left hand, and took the dish towel in my right hand, and washed the dishes. Washing dishes seems easy to me, but it's not an easy thing to do. The bowl was in my hand, like a naughty kitten, not obedient at all, and slid down vigorously, and I didn't catch it, and the bowl exploded on the ground.

Nervous and a little scared, I hurriedly threw the "crushed" bowl into the trash.

It's okay, don't rush, take your time. "My mother stood next to me and encouraged me, and taught me hand by hand: hold the bowl with the left hand, wipe it with a dish towel with the right hand, coordinate the movements of the two hands, let the bowl slowly rotate in the hand, wash the whole body of the bowl with Jiejieling, so that the oil stains will go down, and then put it in the sink to soak it, and finally turn on the faucet and wash it with water.

I plucked up the courage to do what my mother had taught me, and the bowl changed from a mischievous kitten to a well-behaved rabbit in my hands, and obediently let me wash it. I finally washed the bowls in the sink one by one. And put them neatly in another basin to control the water.

My parents were very happy to see it and praised me for being a good boy who was both sensible and loved to work.

An attempt to wash dishes made me truly realize the hard work of labor and the joy of achieving success through unremitting efforts. It also made me understand that only by doing it in person, being good at using my brain, and not flinching in the face of difficulties, can I exercise myself and increase my skills. I will continue to temper myself on the road of my own growth, in my study and life, and be a good boy who is self-reliant and self-reliant.

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