Landscape composition of Xunyang Museum

There are many things in life, including joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. Life is really colorful. Of course, I am no exception. In my life, there is one thing that I remember vividly.

I remember it was a scorching summer day, and the weather was so hot that even the clouds gave off strange light. I looked after the house at home that day. The room is stuffy, and my mood changes with the weather. I thought to myself, "It's too hot today. If I tidy up the house, not only will the room look brand-new, but my mood will also be suddenly enlightened. " After thinking about it, I ordered a basin of water and began to tidy up the house. When I was in a good mood, I accidentally bumped into my mother's favorite thing, the vase, and it fell to pieces. The broken sound of this vase came into my mind like a bolt from the blue, which made me look flustered and at a loss. I thought, "If my mother knew I broke something she loved, would she say me?" Scold me? Flat ... "I dare not think about it any more. Just when I was in a hurry, I was caught off guard and my mother came in from the outside. When she saw the vase broken, her knife-shaped eyebrows stood upright and she was shocked: "Who broke it?" "At that time, I wanted to tell my mother about it from beginning to end, but I didn't dare. Really answered that sentence-the heart is willing but unable to do so. I squeaked and said, "It was broken by my 5-year-old brother next door. "My mother is a child who is not sensible, and she will never pursue it again. But I could see from my mother's eyes that she was very unhappy, so I avoided her everywhere, and of course my interest in cleaning the house was forgotten.

In the evening, the storm had subsided and I came to the yard listlessly.