A 200 word diary, the theme of laundry, to have a summary, insights. Don t be too childish, hurry up

Tonight, I decided to help my mom do the laundry, and also to feel what it feels like to do the laundry in such a cold weather.

I put my clothes in the water first, it was already cold, and then I put my hands in the water and it was even colder! I kept saying, "Hold on to .......""I put my hand in the water for a few seconds, and the later I put it, the colder it became, and I couldn't hold it anymore, so I took my hand, and hey!

The hand felt numb and astringent, and it looked red and swollen. I endured the pain and insisted on washing and washing, getting some soap in every corner, rubbing the dirty areas vigorously several times, then changing some water, and finally rinsing all the soap off my clothes and wring them clean. At this time, my mother came up to me and praised me for how clean I was, and I was very happy.

I feel that my mother usually has a hard time doing laundry. After washing, I ran straight to the hot water bottle and covered it for a long time before I regained consciousness.

Is that okay?

While my mother hadn't gotten off work, I secretly took out my mother's freshly changed top, which was a little heavy, and slowly immersed in the water to learn to gently rub my mother's appearance, and after a while, my little hands became red, and finally I felt good about myself, wrung out the water in my clothes and hung up proudly.

Pedaling, my mother came back, I hurriedly pretended not to hear and continued to sleep in the bedroom, imagining my parents' surprised and happy appearance, I heard my mother's surprised cry in the haze, but I didn't hear the words of hope, but I heard my mother angrily yelling at my father: "This is the clothes you washed, look, you see, wrinkled and don't know how to pull it, look, what is the difference between the cuffs on the collar and the unwashed, ah." "I didn't wash it," came my father's equally surprised voice, and then I didn't hear a word, and tears were all over the world.

For dinner, I pretended not to know and ate, my mother made a lot of my favorite food, she said that it was to reward the most diligent little princess in our family, I didn't say anything and listened to my mother's praise and ate fragrant food.

I understood that my parents didn't care about what we did, whether we did it well or not, they cared more about whether we had a heart to care about them, and this matter passed in the praise and joy of my parents, I saw their expressions before and after they were very angry and sad, but all this told me very clearly--- how much they loved me!

Time is like an arrow, the years are like handsome, in a blink of an eye, 5 years of time are like clouds away from me, I am in the sixth grade. I miss my life in primary school; I am obsessed; I have an aftertaste. Now, our classmates have only lived for a year, and we can't help but feel a lot of emotion when we think about the past.

There is only a short year left in the time of the alma mater, in this more than a thousand days. I am like a seedling, like a little grass, like a seed, under the careful care and careful irrigation of the "gardener", the teacher, I will thrive and grow into a big tree, and I will return to the motherland, my alma mater, and my teachers in the future. Listening to the teacher's advice over and over again, listening to the teacher's teachings over and over again, relying on the mutual help and encouragement of the students, our students are growing together day by day.

It seems that in the classroom, the sound of our reading still echoes, the playground seems to surround our laughter, and there are still our frolicking figures in the campus, and we have left unforgettable memories in every corner. The past is still vivid, and the memory is still vivid.

I have gained a lot from the teachings of my alma mater. I have gained many friends, as well as good advice and new knowledge from my teachers, which has made me a good student with knowledge and good manners. I have left many unforgettable memories and memories at my alma mater, and the most important thing is that I have received the best education and a compass for my future life.

But now that I don't have much time to spend at my alma mater, I suddenly look back and look back on the past, as if urging my teachers, encouraging our teachers, and the lovely campus are all about to be lost from our soft singing, and I don't know when we have become the big brothers and sisters in the school, and become role models for our younger brothers and sisters.

Now I look back and think that the teachings of the teacher, the sound of our reading, and the laughter of my classmates are still lingering in my ears, and I grasp the last year of staying at my alma mater, take a look at the lovely campus, look at the teachers who teach us, look at the classmates who encouraged me, and cherish the last day of the blind date.

There is no feast in the world, time is gone, I will always remember the teacher's teachings, be an upright Chinese, remember, tomorrow Sanbao will be proud of me. Yes! Beautiful campus, how much joy and inspiration you have brought me, I will never forget it for a lifetime.

Unforgettable elementary school life.

The countryside where I live has clear ponds, towering mountains, lush woods, and hardworking and simple people.

In the clear pond, there are slim lotus flowers and fish playing at play. In summer, the lotus flowers bloom, and the lotus flowers are like hibiscus out of the water, wearing white clothes, dancing in the water. Some of the budding lotus flowers are like a shy little girl.

When the sun shines on the lotus flower, the lotus flower turns red. This is "the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red." "The tadpoles swim freely in the water, with their long, black tails behind their heads, not to mention how cute they are!

There are lush woods next to the pond, peach blossoms in spring, azaleas in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn, and plum blossoms in winter. These words are opened in the order of the seasons, and in the woods, they look cute and beautiful. Under the cultivation of such simple rural people, it looks noble, extraordinary, and gorgeous.

There are also flat rice fields in the countryside