Third-grade composition: Labor Day has a bad taste.

On Labor Day, my parents went to work overtime. I lay in bed and thought, since it's labor day, I have to work. Well, let's clean it up.

Make up your mind and get up and work! I washed the dishcloth, moved a stool with people, and wiped all the wardrobes at home from top to bottom. Soon, sweat seeped from my forehead, and then the wardrobe shone as if laughing.

Strange to say, I'm sorry. Although I am a girl, I am always forgetful at ordinary times, and my study is also very chaotic. My mother usually helps me clean. Today I will show my talent. I will put the books on my desk on the shelf first.

Then I put other things on the coffee table, then I wiped the table with a rag, and tidied up the school supplies such as pen container and pencil sharpener neatly. At this moment, the clean study seems to be smiling at me.

I started mopping the floor. The appearance of the floor makes my heart ache. It is because I didn't pay attention every time I moved the stool that I was scarred. I carefully wiped it with a broom, and the pale face on the floor was even more radiant. I picked up the mop, first came a total annihilation, and then a meteor chased the moon! Hey, the floor looked at me and smiled.

With my efforts, the room is finally clean and bright.