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Today, we decided to clean our new house because we put some things in it the other day.
As soon as we got to the new house, we smelled paint as soon as we opened the door. My mother and I acted quickly and opened all the windows to get some air. I look at all kinds of things in front of me, and I can't help but want to move things, otherwise I feel a little uncomfortable. Before it's too late, I said to my mother, mom, let's move the things in the living room to the kitchen first, and then do something else. ? My mother nodded, and I rushed to the pile of cartons full of things. My mother helped me with my work. ? Song cried! Hey yo, hey ho! ? I sang the labor song in Where is Dad Going, picked up a cardboard box and ran to the kitchen. My mother was amused by my song and walked to the kitchen with three cartons. I asked my mother again with the carton in my arms: Mom, do you know why I carry one box instead of two? Mom smiled and answered:? Too weak to lift! ? I said:? Because the hands are too short. ? Mom smiled.
After about five minutes, we moved the box here. My mother said that my aunt said that the room, especially the room with wooden floors like ours, would crack if the sun shone for a long time. ? Listen, follow my mother to see what to do next. Mother spread out the carpet, put it beside me and cut it with scissors. This carpet is rectangular. When mom cuts it, she has to cut off the extra carpet and spread it in other rooms. When we cut off the long part to stretch the carpet, a new problem comes again: when the carpet extends to the living room, it must pass through the coffee table and sofa. Only by moving the coffee table and sofa to other places can we continue to lay carpets. However, I am not as heavy as a sofa or a coffee table. Can I move with my mother? Mom said to me:? Just try it. ? I moved and nodded. Let's move the coffee table here first. I tried to lift it hard, even if it was a little gap, it wouldn't move. I was a little disappointed, but I still carried it with my mother. I put my hand on the bottom of the coffee table, and then I tried hard, and with my mother's strength, the coffee table moved! I was encouraged to work harder, but my strength was still a little weak. I lifted it less than one meter and put it down. Suddenly, my palm felt hot and painful. At first sight, my palms turned red. I'm going to wash my hands, or keep moving. I moved the coffee table and continued to move the sofa. The sofa is obviously harder than the coffee table, but it survived. I fell limply on the sofa, feeling backache, weak legs and burning all over. But my mother's next sentence made me feel refreshed: go and buy a popsicle to eat. ? I've had this idea for a long time. Working in the room on a hot summer day, my thin clothes are soaked through. Popsicle is undoubtedly a temptation. Without saying anything, I grabbed my mother's hand and ran to the small shop in front of the community. I took two popsicles, one for my mother and one for myself. I tore open the paper and ate it. Mom looked at me and said, slow down and don't choke. ?
When I got home, I had finished my popsicle and went on working. My mother asked me to hold the carpet and cut off the extra parts. It's over!
I always want to sleep on my way home. Although I have worked, I am glorious!