We came to grandma's house, and grandma was cleaning. As soon as we got there, we got busy. I took a rag, soaked it in the basin and squeezed out a little water. I started cleaning. I first wiped it lightly with a rag, then put some soap on the table and tried to brush it with the brush in my right hand. After a while, some gray bubbles gradually appeared on the table. I wiped it gently with the rag in my left hand again, and the table suddenly became clean.
Mother brought a broom and a bucket and swept it hard, leaving every corner untouched. After a while, the bucket was full of dust and garbage. After sweeping the floor, my mother brought a mop, got wet in the bucket and dragged it back and forth.
Dad is very tall. He stood on the chair with a rag and tried to clean the window. When the rag is dirty, he washes it with water. Dad didn't wipe it a few times, and a basin of clear water became turbid. However, after my father's efforts, the glass soon became shiny.
Looking at grandma's spotless house, our hearts are full of joy, and then we really realize that labor is the happiest. We love labor!