I said to my mother, "Let me bask in the sun." Mom smiled and nodded. I took my clothes out of the washing machine, put them in the bucket, picked up a dozen hangers and began to learn to dry them.
I wanted to support one, so I took it out to dry one. At this time, my mother taught me: "You hold the clothes one by one, and then take them out to dry." So I picked up a dress, put both ends of the hanger into the sleeve of the dress, let my sister hold it for me first, and then hold up another dress as it is, thus holding up a dozen clothes in turn. I led my sister to two big trees in front of the door. At this time, I suddenly had a brainwave and wanted to hang my clothes on the rope in the middle of the tree twice, and then separate them, which would save trouble.
As a result, I accidentally dropped two or three pieces when hanging clothes, so I had to take off my clothes and hang them one by one, and finally it was over. At this time, I only heard my sister say, "My brother's clothes are not good, it's a mess …" I looked at other people's clothes and my own clothes and found that everything was plain. And the clothes you support are either high or low. By contrast, it is so ugly that all the clothes have to be rearranged. With this experience of drying clothes, I feel that everything should be done carefully and without heart, otherwise it will not have good results.
2. Mom hangs clothes, looks at pictures and writes words. One day, my mother lay on the sofa as soon as she got off work.
Just then, the washing machine rang and told me that the clothes were finished. I immediately ran to turn off the switch of the washing machine. I just want to call my mother to dry the clothes as usual. Seeing my mother's tired appearance, I thought about it and made a decision: I'm going to help my mother hang clothes today.
Mother agreed with relief. I had a hard time opening the door of the washing machine. Under the guidance of my mother, I successfully opened the door of the washing machine. It turns out that opening the door of the washing machine is skillful. I have to press it hard at the designated position to open it.
I found the clothes rack under the counter and took the clothes out of the washing machine and put them in the vat. I put a skirt through the hanger first, and the neckline hangs in the middle of the hanger.
I brought a clip and put it on my skirt. My mother said it was to prevent clothes from being blown away by the wind. I took another pair of pants, and my mother taught me to fold the legs in half, smoothly pass through the hanger, and flatten the pants and clip them well.
I will hang the clothes one by one on the hanger in the balcony bar with a clothes rail. Hanging clothes sometimes basks in the sun quietly and lazily, and sometimes dances with the wind, as if waving to me: thank you for making me so comfortable, little friend.
I am very happy to see a row of clothes hanging on the balcony. Today, I not only learned to hang up clothes, but also helped my mother do something that I could. I will learn more housework next time.
Mom hangs clothes, looks at pictures and writes words. One day, my mother lay on the sofa as soon as she got off work. Just then, the washing machine rang and told me that the clothes were finished. I immediately ran to turn off the switch of the washing machine. I just want to call my mother to dry the clothes as usual. Seeing my mother's tired appearance, I thought about it and made a decision: I'm going to help my mother hang clothes today. Mother agreed with relief.
I had a hard time opening the door of the washing machine. Under the guidance of my mother, I successfully opened the door of the washing machine. It turns out that opening the door of the washing machine is skillful. I have to press it hard at the designated position to open it. I found the clothes rack under the counter and took the clothes out of the washing machine and put them in the vat. I put a skirt through the hanger first, and the neckline hangs in the middle of the hanger. I brought a clip and put it on my skirt. My mother said it was to prevent clothes from being blown away by the wind. I took another pair of pants, and my mother taught me to fold the legs in half, smoothly pass through the hanger, and flatten the pants and clip them well. I will hang the clothes one by one on the hanger in the balcony bar with a clothes rail. Hanging clothes sometimes basks in the sun quietly and lazily, and sometimes dances with the wind, as if waving to me: thank you for making me so comfortable, little friend.
I am very happy to see a row of clothes hanging on the balcony. Today, I not only learned to hang up clothes, but also helped my mother do something that I could. I will learn more housework next time.
4. "Hanging clothes" composition hanging clothes
Tonight, just as I was about to date Duke Zhou, I heard my mother shouting in the next room, "Son, go dry the clothes ..." "I'm sleeping, go dry yourself!" I answered impatiently. So my mother started her invincible magic-nagging. I had no choice but to run to the washing machine. ...
Next to the washing machine, take out one, two, three ... Oh, my God! I can't count how many pieces there are, so I feel depressed and think, "What bad luck ..."
I thought this was the end of things. Unexpectedly, bad things followed. What's going on here? Please listen to me slowly. ...
I started hanging up my socks and thought, "There shouldn't be any mistakes." Unexpectedly, as soon as I squeezed the clip, one side of the clip disappeared, so I had to clip it again ... When I was about to dry my socks, I thought happily, "I'm so happy, I only broke one clip." 1 of "pa", broke another one. My heart sank: "It's over, my mother will never forgive me, blare ..."
Then I hung up my clothes, which made me scared, for fear that my clothes or hangers would "fall freely" if I was not careful. When there were a few clothes left, a naughty wind blew and a dress fell. Even if I was witty, I just saved the clothes, and the hanger slammed on the bottom. "It's over," I thought gloomily. "This time, a scolding is inevitable." Have to take rescue measures. ...
First of all, I tried the height by hand, but I didn't reach it. I thought anxiously, "What should I do?" Suddenly, my eyes lit up, just like a person who fell into the river saw the straw and immediately picked up a "life-saving weapon"-a hook. I immediately squatted on the windowsill, "Ouch!" There was something sharp on the windowsill. I immediately picked up the "shield"-the pillow was placed on the windowsill. I thought happily, "Hee hee, you little clothes hanger want to play with me, but it's still a little tender ..." After unremitting efforts, I finally hooked it and danced with excitement ...
Ah, here comes mom. It seems that she came to scold me. I have to run first. ...
I looked at the wardrobe full of old clothes, those clothes with countless memories. Yes, it's time to throw it away There is no place for them at home, but. How can I throw them away? Those diaries recorded all kinds of wonderful things in my childhood.
Yo. That's the skirt I wear when I do group gymnastics. I used to wear it to practice dance steps on the playground for more than a month. I don't know how much sweat I got on my clothes. At that time, the spicy sunshine and light music still clearly emerged in front of us, lingering in our ears, as if they had just passed. I can't help laughing at the thought of the pilot wrapping himself up like a detective. There is no such thing as sun protection.
Wow. This dress has a glorious history. One year at the county sports meeting, my family and I got separated, and it happened to rain heavily again. In desperation, I had to go home in the rain. At that time, I thought from time to time, fortunately, this dress is rain-proof, otherwise I would catch a cold. As a result, I walked for a while and found a big bubble on my foot. Tears welled up when my nose was sour. I think I must look miserable!
Hey. Isn't that my favorite dress when I was a child? Because a classmate said it was ugly, I had a fight with him and broke my nails, which made me feel distressed for several days. Now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous.
And this-my school uniform, have you ever wondered if it is stained with blood? So is this cotton scarf. My sister knitted it for me herself! I can't leave this. It's the last dress I wore in primary school. Ouch! How can I forget this one? ...
These clothes, my diary, they will leave my closet forever. But, at the same time, they will live in my heart forever.