That Sunday, the breeze blew across my face, and the morning sun was evenly scattered on the quilt, leaving a little gap. The pot of green radish on the windowsill swayed slightly with the breeze.
I sat at my desk, did half my homework on the computer and looked at the computer. "Ah, today is Sunday," I murmured. I haven't paid much attention to time since the summer vacation. As if unconsciously, time quietly left.
There was no reminder, no trace, and by the time I came to my senses, the holiday was already halfway through. However, I still did nothing, did nothing, and did nothing well, just like at the beginning of the holiday.
The bird that accidentally flew by landed on the gap between two floors, with stones, twigs and some small sundries in its ruby-like mouth. "Maybe you want to build a house here?" I think so.
Sure enough, it kept repeating the same action, piling the transported debris into a small house. Seeing that the house was almost finished, the bird flew away and never came back. As if mocking me: I always give up halfway, and finally I can't even live in a house. If I go on like this, I will never get anything.
I looked at the unfinished bird's nest and remembered what I owed. It's a lot of small things, but the quantity is not allowed. My mother and I have an appointment to do housework-sweeping the floor, washing sheets, mopping the floor, buying a pot of plants and cooking them once ... countless. It's 1 1:45 in the morning. It is not too late. I should clean up those tasks carefully.
I rushed downstairs and ran to the supermarket. Among the few ornamental plants, I chose a cactus to take home and put it with the green radish: the first little thing was done. Then, I rescued the shawa who were piled up in the sink, washed them one by one and put them in the cupboard, and the second little thing was completed. ......
Soon, the tasks on the task list gradually decreased, and my heart was instantly enriched and my sense of accomplishment was full. It's been four hours, and there are only five hours before mom comes home. But my goal has not been achieved. I will prepare a surprise for my mother next time. I went to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove. ......
This Sunday, this ordinary day, I handled the target "hill" very well and was praised by my mother. That night, the night was beautiful and the moonlight was bright, as if suddenly seeing the birds returning to their nests in the morning.