Me, Zhu Yufei, if I don't finish mopping the floor by 12:30 today, I will write the character "Fei" backwards! (It's a left-right inversion, {{{(>_<)}}}, a very cold joke!) I immediately asked my mom for advice on how to mop the floor. Mom, with her battle-hardened demeanor, slowly said: "First put some water, then soak the mop in the water for a few minutes." I immediately went to fill the water and then watched TV. Soon, Mom shouted from the room: "There's enough water!" But I was so engrossed in the climax of the TV show that I didn't care about the water at all! Not long after, when an episode ended and I went to check, it was already a "flood"! After cleaning up the "incident scene," I officially began mopping the floor.
"Yo ho hey, yo ho hey" (⊙_⊙?) Don't think I'm pulling a cart, I'm squeezing the mop dry. In recent years, our house has switched to a sponge mop, to wring out the water, you must pull the handle upwards. However, the handle is like a spring, once you let go, it will immediately fail halfway, requiring great strength to press it down! That's why I chant slogans while pulling the handle. Ow, I finally managed to lift the handle, and even before starting to mop, my two shoulders feel like they're about to break. Oh no, it's already 12:20, I only have 10 minutes left, I must speed up to watch TV for a bit.
In a hurry, I came up with a good idea, so I pushed the mop around the entire house. However, many places were not cleaned properly, leaving me no choice but to push the mop around the house again. I ran three rounds, yet the floor still wasn't clean.
As the saying goes, "Haste makes waste," maybe that's the reason. Today, as this cleaner, I also failed, surrendering to the dust almost immediately. I won't give up though, I'll come back tomorrow and learn!
January 19th, Thursday, Rain
The "Invisible Killer" on the Road
When it comes to killers, it often gives people a feeling of both strangeness and fear. So, who are the "invisible killers" on the road? Coincidentally, on the way home today with Mom, I encountered such an "invisible killer."
After finishing the Olympiad math class, Mom drove me home. We were about to turn left from Xinguang Road onto Qingyang Road. At this time, the green light turned on, and the long line of cars in the left-turn lane started moving. Mom also started the car, stepping on the gas after seeing the car in front start moving. But just at this moment, an unexpected event occurred:
The first car in line suddenly stopped moving. Fortunately, Mom reacted quickly and stepped on the brakes immediately. My screams, along with the sharp sound of car horns and the grating "squeak," reached the heavens. I immediately rolled off the back seat of the car (because I was lying down on the back seat, who would have thought O__O"..., totally embarrassed). "What a piece of junk!" Mom cursed before I could say anything. "Exactly, exactly," I chimed in, "almost got rear-ended, what a blind man!"
Before we finished cursing, the green light turned red, and the long line of cars on the right straight lane began to move forward. The first car in the left-turn lane also followed over, leaving Mom and me waiting for the next red light cycle. "Chinese people lack quality, traffic in foreign countries is so orderly, and they have more cars than us." I couldn't help but complain.
I realized that the reason China lags behind isn't just because it has experienced multiple wars, but also because Chinese people lack quality, education, and refinement! Just like the "invisible killers" on the road, accidents can happen anytime!
January 20th, Friday, Sunny
Me, the Real Yang Dengdeng
Do you know "Young Literary Arts"? Do you know Zhang Hong? If you do, if you are a super fan of Zhang Hong, then you must be familiar with that special girl - Yang Dengdeng. And I am the real-life Yang Dengdeng.
Since I read the excerpt from "Growing Up By Slowing Down," I found that I share many similarities with Yang Dengdeng, and my mom is somewhat like Tang Ni. Reading hers feels like reading my own story, a real-life version of Yang Dengdeng.
I think I resemble Yang Dengdeng for the following reasons:
1. Like Yang Dengdeng, I am also a student in the graduating class, but I still quite like Sakura Card Captor.
2. Our class doesn't have an old head teacher, but we do have a math teacher, Ms. Dong, who is sometimes stricter than the head teacher, and sometimes very friendly. She is about the same age as the head teacher, but we haven't yet entered the stage of heavy homework, with not much workload. Even in Grade 6, the total daily homework across Chinese, Math, and English wouldn't exceed four test papers, making our situation seem like heaven compared to Yang Dengdeng's class where they have to do six math test papers a day! (~\(≧▽≦)/~)
3. Our class also has girls like Ai Feier and a group of boys like "atomic bomb" - Yuan Zihan. Every physical education class, you can see one scenario: a "great female warrior" defeating all the "male warriors" with one move, avenging us "little girls"! So satisfying!
4. Like Yang Dengdeng, I am also a "big problem" with essays, every time I have to write an essay, I end up with "panda eyes."
My situation must be quite similar to Yang Dengdeng's, don't you think? Want to get to know her better? Then go read the book, there's also a serialized version in "Duyou" magazine.
January 21st, Saturday, Rain and Snow
Troubles During the New Year
Today is the eve of the Little New Year, and soon it will be Spring Festival. Whenever I think about this, I feel extremely annoyed. Some people might find this strange, the arrival of Spring Festival should bring joy, especially for children, as each New Year brings a pile of big red envelopes. But I think that every time the New Year comes, our lives change, becoming particularly inconvenient.
Today at noon, Grandpa and I planned to eat lunch at a small restaurant on the street. I hadn't eaten homely dishes at Weimeige in a long time, so I wanted to taste their bucket of golden needle beef. Grandpa took me there, but upon arrival, we saw that it was already closed, locked up, and all the small restaurants nearby were also shut down, (╯﹏╰), looks like our plan to dine out today is impossible, sigh, what can we do, they need to return home for the New Year too, we can only go back. When we returned home, we found nothing except New Year supplies, seems like today we can only eat instant noodles. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~……
Actually, it's not just eating that's inconvenient, even bathing is extremely troublesome.
China has a tradition: no bathing during the first lunar month, how can one go a month without bathing? So, we need to take a bath today.
This afternoon, the two of us were going to bathe at the Nanshan Bathhouse opposite our neighborhood, but it was also closed. Mom had to make other plans. "What about the Blue Sky Hotel?" Mom asked. I blurted out quickly, "Your memory is really bad, they canceled the women's bath last year!" "Then where do you think we should go?" Mom asked me again. This time, I was stumped. Thanks to Dad's suggestion, we hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Water Cube Hotel.
Isn't the New Year annoying? And today is just the Little New Year, how am I supposed to deal with the next few days? X﹏X
January 25th, Wednesday, Sunny
Being an Adult is Truly Great
Since I was little, I've always envied adults. Why? Because being an adult has many advantages. What? Are there adults who disagree? It looks like today there must be a debate between adults and kids! Kids are the affirmative side, adults are the negative side.
Now, the debate begins.
Affirmative side: "After returning home every day, adults just watch TV, eat, sleep, and live comfortably day by day without having to use their brains."
Negative side: "Hmph, a bunch of heartless guys, always picky, and demand different ways of cooking. We have to use a lot more brainpower!" (All the adults cheered loudly: "Exactly, exactly!")
Affirmative side: "You need to use your brain, don't we? Besides eating, drinking, peeing, pooping, and sleeping, we spend all our efforts on studying. You had various games to play when you were young, but what about us? If we can play, it's either TV or computers, no innovation at all."
Negative side: "What you play is TV and computer. What about us? What did we have to play with when we were young? Those toy-making materials were just made from available resources, what's so good about them? Are they better than TV and computers? You may work hard, but at least you have breaks between classes, unlike us who must obey the boss's orders immediately, otherwise, we risk getting fired?"
Affirmative side: "You're really outdated. What era are we in now? You think it's still when you were young? Actually, our breaks only account for 0.05% of our total time. Moreover, we have to do tons of homework, it's exhausting!"
Negative side: "... "(Speechless)
In fact, children only know that parents are relaxed now, and parents only remember how relaxed they were in their youth. Such comparisons are like comparing areas with volumes.
January 27th, Friday, Cloudy
Knowing Smoking Hurts the Body, Why Still Choose to Smoke?
Smoking, simple and straightforward, isn't it just taking a few puffs? What's the big deal, it won't kill anyone. People often say "Smoking is equivalent to slow self-mutilation," how could it not lead to death?
My dad is considered a generation hero in front of others, but he has fallen victim to cigarettes and alcohol in his life. I've spent a lot of effort trying to get him to quit smoking, first by earnestly persuading him, then sending Mom to persuade him, but it was all in vain. Recently, I went to ask Grandma for help, but it still didn't work. So, I decided to personally crack down on him. First, I searched all his hiding places for cigarettes, packed them all up, and hid them in my secret base with Mom (my bookshelf), then proceeded with full "surveillance." I thought it would be easy, but after a few days, when I checked the quantity again, I found several packs missing. How strange, how could they just disappear? Did Dad steal them? He shouldn't know about this secret base, how could he steal them? Is he a god? I decided to figure it out clearly, so I pretended to sleep at night. Around midnight, someone pushed open my door, quietly opened the bookshelf, and took out a bag, gently opening it. I took advantage of the situation and turned on the light with a snap. It turned out to be Dad. After questioning, I learned that Dad had noticed when I hid them and had been smoking a few every night. Oh, you tell me, meeting such a Dad, am I unlucky or pitiful? Truly "Knowing Smoking Hurts the Body, Yet Choosing to Smoke Anyway."
In fact, there are many people like my Dad, they are precisely those "Knowing Smoking Hurts the Body, Yet Choosing to Smoke Anyway" kind of people.