1, Sunday, sunny. In the morning, my mother washed a big bucket of clothes on the balcony and hung the washed sheets on the clothesline, sweating and exhausted. Xiaohong volunteered, "Mom, let me help you hang up your clothes." Mother said happily, "Good." Xiaohong picked up her clothes, shook them hard, straightened them, and hung them carefully on the clothesline. He also put handkerchiefs, towels and socks on the clothesline one by one. When the wind blows, colorful clothes sway in the air like little dolls. Everyone seems to praise Xiaohong as a diligent and good boy.
On a warm morning, my beautiful mother is hanging clothes in the colorful garden. Xiaohong came out and saw her mother hanging clothes on the branch. Xiaohong tugged at her mother's clothes and said, "Mom, the little tree is still alive. If we hang clothes on it, the little tree will die. " If the small tree dies, it can't bring us oxygen, so we don't hang clothes on the small tree. Then Xiaoyue moved to a bench and hung the clothes on the clothesline beside her with her mother.