There are many things that happened in my home, but there is one incident that is very interesting and memorable and exciting for me.
One day, when I was discussing with my dad at home about studying, we talked about many things, and I thought that my dad sometimes gave me too high a demand in studying, and I sometimes couldn't do it, but my dad insisted on letting me be like him, and wouldn't back down when I ran into difficulties, and wanted me to be like him in studying. But Dad was very good at languages, and Dad loved languages, he also loved to read and was very inspired by them. The reason dad thinks that my character and learning method should be the same as his is because genetically speaking, I am his son, so what he will be I will be. By the time Dad got to this point, I was so exasperated that I didn't think I could avoid his words with words any longer. But I suddenly remembered at that moment an old text I had studied before, and it was a powerful piece of evidence.
This article is called "lead the baby to throw the river" original text is: there is too much on the river, see people square lead the baby and want to throw the river. The baby cried. When asked why, he said, "His father is a good swimmer!" Although the father is a good swimmer, how can the son be a good swimmer? It is not right to let things go in this way. The general idea of the story is that a man passing by the river saw a man pulling a child and trying to throw him into the river. The child cried out. The man asked the man why he was doing this, and the man replied, "The child's father is a good swimmer." Even if his father was good at swimming, was his child good at swimming? It must also be absurd to handle things in such a way. I then told my dad through this story, thus showing him that he, his thinking was wrong and that I was not necessarily like him.
When I finished, my dad surprisingly didn't retort, but smiled and told me that he really enjoyed arguing a point in this way, and that it was the first time I had ever argued about the same thing in the house, and he added that it was very good and helpful to argue in this way.
This is one of the things that happened to me at home.
An incident at home essay 2On Sunday morning, grandma and grandpa went out. I had breakfast and began to do my homework.
Suddenly, there was a chirping of chicks. Then, I heard the old hen "cooing" as if she was calling for her baby chickens. The chicks are coming out of their shells. I rushed out to take a look: ho! The old hen was looking for food with her newly hatched chicks! I ran over and picked up one of the chicks, gently blowing its pom-pom-like body with my mouth. What a cute little creature! Grandma and the others will be very happy when they come back.
At this time, the old hen crowed a few more times. As if saying to me, "Come on, come on, put it down." I gently put down the chicks, thinking, "How difficult it is to find food, I'll go catch some rice to feed you! Thinking of this, I turned around and ran towards the house. Unexpectedly, my foot stepped right on the chick, and all of a sudden, the chick was killed. I was shocked, tears in the eyes straight, finally can not help, crying ......
Grandpa came back, as soon as he saw me crying, he asked, "What's wrong? Not feeling well?" I thought to myself, I can't tell the truth, or else my grandpa will surely blame me, I wiped my tears and said, "Grandpa, it's Ding Wenjie who stepped on one of the newborn chicks and killed it." How grandpa loved the chicks! He looked toward Ding Wenjie's house and was about to shout, but then closed his mouth. After a pause, he turned his face and asked very calmly, "Did she trample it to death?" "Yes." I said. "When did she come?" "Just now." My voice shook a little. I was afraid that Grandmaster wouldn't believe me, so I took a sneaky look. At a glance, I couldn't help but have my heart skip a beat: Grandmaster was scrutinizing me with a stern gaze. I could not help but lower my head.
A short while later, Grandpa picked up the dead chick and stroked it painfully. At this time, the old hen "cooing" wailed. I can't stand it any longer. I ran over to the chick and cried out, "Master, I stepped on the chick," he said. He said to me kindly, "Son, the value of speaking honestly is far greater than a chicken." After a pause, Grandpa said, "Bury the chick under the little tree behind the house!"
I gave a "hmm" and carefully wrapped the body of the chicken in a cloth and buried it under the tree.
An incident at home essay 3When a family is together, there are always a lot of happy times and a lot of interesting things have happened.
On a Sunday day, my mother invited her friends, Auntie Lin and Auntie Liu, to our house, because she had just learned to bake pizzas and egg tarts, and wanted to show a little hand in front of her friends. She also asked the two aunts to bring their respective children, Yiming's older brother and Shunshun's younger brother, and invited them to come along to make Western food.
When they arrived, my mom acted like a hotel chef and gave us three kids a job to do, letting me and my brother do the pizza plating and my brother do the egg tart water.
First, we were told to brush the two pizza pies evenly with pizza sauce, and then arrange the bacon, sliced ham, diced vegetables, portobello mushrooms, and diced beef that she had prepared earlier in order for us to make our own creative placements. I put these ingredients in several circles according to the size,, the outermost layer is the ham slices, then the mouth mushroom slices, the third layer is the bacon, the fourth layer is the diced vegetables, and in the center put the beef dices, just like the radiant light as beautiful; Shun Shun brother likes to make trouble, he mixed all these ingredients together and then sprinkled them on the pizza cake, there is no layer or pattern, it looks like a mess, but my mom said: "This is good, it's the most popular mix!" Sunny's brother clapped his hands happily too when he heard his mom say that. Then we sprinkled it with the rasgulla cheese, put it in the preheated oven, and waited for the food to be served!
Over there, Yiming's brother wasn't idle, and his mom taught him how to make tart water. First, he poured in a carton of Nestle's cream, then added powdered sugar, low gluten flour, and condensed milk, stirred them all together well, and then filtered them once more, and then let Yiming's brother pour them into the tart crust. While pouring, my mom said, "Why is there so little water in the tart today? When the tart was almost cooked, mom said, "Why doesn't it bulge? Suddenly she tapped her head, "I forgot to add the egg yolk!" "Ah! Hahaha ......" We laughed out loud, how can this still be called an egg tart, it's an egg tart without eggs! Mom, who had a chef's demeanor just now, was immediately embarrassed ......
It was a fun day with delicious pizza and tarts without eggs!
An incident at home essay 4In the morning, my mom mixed the meat filling and made the noodles, saying that we were going to eat dumplings at noon, and I finished my homework, so I joined my mom and grandma's team.
Mom cut the noodles, I pressed the small dough, mom rolled out the dumpling skin, grandma wrapped the dumplings, we divided the work clearly, and soon we will be able to eat the dumplings. I thought about it, my eyes shifted from the small dough to my mom, who was concentrating on rolling out the dumpling skin. I felt that the dumpling skin was particularly obedient, spinning happily under my mom's rolling pin, and I felt that rolling out the dumpling skin didn't take much effort at all, so I made up my mind to give it a try. I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you and I trade off and I'll roll the dumpling skin?" Mom seemed to read my mind and happily agreed.
I rolled out a few, some of the dough into triangles, some oval ...... they do not listen to my command, a moment of the dough stained on the board, the dough does not turn, unlike mom rolled so easily. Mom finished pressing the small dough, and then with grandma to pack dumplings. Mom said as she wrapped them, "Look at what you've rolled out, so thin in the middle and so thick on the sides,, and they'll be rotten as soon as they're boiled in water, and in the end they'll be a pot of rotten dumplings, and you'll eat all of them!" Grandma also said, "I don't dare to wrap it, once I squeeze the meat filling, it all comes out." I listened to my mom and grandma and asked my mom to teach me. Mom said to me, "Don't you think it's easy to roll out the dumpling skin? Everything is easier said than done!" I understand what mom means, in life, most people will be like this.
After the dumplings were wrapped, my mom started to cook them, and in a short while, she brought the steaming dumplings over, and I couldn't wait to take a bite.
An incident at home essay 5"I love my home, a warm home -". Whenever I sing this song, I remember an incident that happened in my home. And that experience of washing dishes is even more unforgettable to me.
It was a bright afternoon, Dad came home with a heap of colorful things, said excitedly, "Today, let's make a dinner together". My mom, who was at the side of the table, shouted "yes" in a row. And I jumped three feet high, grabbed the bag from my dad's hand and ran into the kitchen like the wind. "First of all, we have to wash the vegetables before oh." Mom said in the tone of a gourmet chef. Then demonstrated to me. I also nodded my head as if I understood. Then got ready to wash the vegetables. When I had not yet put my hands in the water, there came Dad's voice: "No, no, how can we do it without washing our hands?" . Like an obedient kitten, I obediently went and washed my hands. Then continued to wash the dishes. Not even a minute, mom began to nag, "How can you wash the dishes like this? Look at what you've done to the dishes." "Oh," I said, obediently following my mom's instructions. "Wait, wait, wait! The dishes are outside the pool" Dad was saying again. I sighed and resumed washing the dishes. "You, you, there's water all over the pool, are you washing dishes or learning how to swim?" Mom's words were never ending. I shouted impatiently. "Mom and Dad, you have finished ah!" They didn't seem to hear me, and continued to chatter like a radio. My God, I'm crashing inside, my ears are exploding, and the funny thing is, it's been almost 30 minutes and I haven't even washed a single dish. "Forget it, I'll do it," mom said. I was as excited as a puppy getting off the leash, lying on the couch and laughing so hard I can't even begin to describe the situation. ( )
This incident makes me understand that it is not easy for my parents to cook and cook for me, and I have to learn how to cook.
An incident at home essay 6On Friday night, I was hurrying home from Mr. Zhu's house, and it was getting late. In the heavy night fog, from time to time came the sound of "squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak". I stopped and looked around. There is nothing, what is that thing screaming? I wondered as I walked. "Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak! Chen Zikai was angry, rats have serious consequences. I put the bag to the shoulder, just that rat out of breath, catch rats ah!
Charge ah! The rat ran to where, I will chase to where. Seeing the mouse is about to run into the hole, I took an arrow step across the top. Ha!
Stepped on the mouse's little tail, hee hee, grabbed the root of your life, which can not escape. I won! Just as I was getting carried away, my watch chimed "9:00"! What, it's already 9:00, we have to go home, I said goodbye to the rat as fast as possible, rushed to the traffic light, I suddenly remembered the rat, and ran back. Only to see the rat still standing there. "My old lady ah! You crazy hospital out of ah, let you a way out, you still do not go!" I screamed at the rat.
The rat seems to understand what, turn around "whoosh" a slipped away, I stood dumbfounded, suddenly speechless, God ah, what am I crazy ah? Why? Why don't you eliminate the rat, then again, it is also for the people to get rid of the harm. A few moments later, I remembered that it was almost time, if I didn't go back, Granny would be worried. Little mouse, don't let me run into you again, otherwise, I'll let you die without a burial place. "Squeak-squeak-", again I just took a step out, and there came the mouse's cry again, I completely broke down, I turned around violently and stomped my foot fiercely. Good a rat who does not know how to die, forget it, and no matter what compassion for the heart, step on it.
I pretended to walk away, walked to the end of the bridge, I jumped up, turned around, rushed out, who knows, this rat retreat faster than the retreat of the Philippine Special Forces, all of a sudden no shadow.
The rat action failed, it seems that my reflexes still need to be improved.
An incident at home essay 7"Don't steal the TV from me! After cooking for you, I want to watch the soccer game!" Dad said loudly, it turned out to want to watch the soccer game again. It's so helpless! I guess today's meal will be hard to swallow again!
Dad made Kung Pao Chicken and Cucumber Soup for the two of us. I and my mom look at this dish, golden bright crystal, feel special appetite, I can not control their own chopsticks desire, hastily clamped a mouthful of Kung Pao chicken tasted, "ah! Too ...... too ...... too salty! This is simply savory ah! Still can eat?" I yelled, hurriedly I took another mouthful of cucumber soup so as to relieve the salty taste in my mouth. "Oh my god! This cucumber soup is too sweet! Isn't this cucumber soup supposed to be light and refreshing? How did it become Xu Liushan's dessert?" I looked at mom helplessly with a bitter melon look on my face. It turned out that Dad had hurriedly put the salt in twice in his haste to cook, and the white sugar was used as salty salt. I brought the rice to dad to let him taste it, and he laughed and said, "Haha, first time? Understand?!" I couldn't bear to eat it again and again. I had no choice but to ask my mom to order a McDonald's and a burger. I left my dad to eat the "Kung Pao Chicken" and the "Cucumber Soup" from Xu Liushan, which were like pickles. Dad is still there talking to himself, "good ball, good ball ...... worthy of Messi's foot kicked out of the ground!"
Alas! Dad ah, you are so obsessed with soccer! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of me, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me. When will you stop being obsessed? But it also let me grow my knowledge, I know a little bit about the famous teams, what "ac Milan", "Real Madrid", "Barcelona", "Inter Milan" and so on. Inter Milan" and so on ...... This thing makes me and my mom think of it will take my father to laugh, but also become my family after dinner point of laughter.
A thing in the family essay 8
It's all about breakfast
Halo! Breakfast was lotus root noodles! Lotus root powder is my least favorite food, don't look at it is very nice milky white, but also dotted with crushed bright red jujube grains, it looks very good to drink the way, you must not be confused by its appearance Oh! I'm very particular about what I eat, I chew slowly and savor it. Lotus root powder is full of some pasty things, especially when it comes to the eye of the throat, the feeling is even more difficult to swallow ...... Forget it, let's not talk about this, continue to say. I just don't want to eat it. But not to eat also can not ah, I dilly-dally.
Dad saw, came over to me and said: "Look, so good things you do not eat. When we were young, we couldn't even eat it if we wanted to! You read the novel "Red Rock" in the Jiang sister, Cheng Gang, Xu Yunfeng and many other revolutionaries, what they ate in the Jagged Cave, their rice to be more difficult to eat how difficult to eat. Thinking about them, can you still be such a picky eater?" Dad turned to look at his watch, frowned, and aggravated his tone, "Hurry up, you're going to be late for your practice class!" And also decisively made a killer: "Whenever you finish eating, when we go to practice writing!"
This time I really can not help, can not be late, in front of the classmates ugly it. I'm not going to be able to do that. I have to eat again, but also to be criticized by my father, really bad luck! I'm sorry, but I'm not going to eat. So, I held my breath and finished the meal with a bang. This trick is really effective, and the medicine after the meal is also fast.
"Beijing time eight o'clock sharp, the people's air defense for you to report time." Outside the window came the sound of chiming. "Oh shit, it's late!" I screamed, rushing downstairs in a hurry to get my dad to take me to practice. On the way, it was windy and rainy and very cold. I was only wearing a short-sleeve, although it was very cold, but only endured, and there was no time to go home. When I arrived at the handwriting practice class, I was grilled by the teacher again! Depressed ah ......
It's all because of the trouble of breakfast!
An incident at home essay 9Among the many delicious dishes I love to eat is hairy crab, its meat is tender, delicious, is my favorite. However, its appearance is not good, you see: its gray shell has two protruding small points, a pair of small eyes keep turning to turn to turn to go. The eight furry thighs flexible and tacit cooperation, crawling around, two big thick pincers waving in the air, a set of teeth and claws, rampant appearance, simply annoying.
But when our family's "chef" grandfather to this one of the small and unimpressive guys steamed, served on the table, look at them, all red, bright oil, fat and big, thick aroma filled the entire restaurant, so lovely, so tempting, really makes me salivate. What are you waiting for? I'm not sure what to do, but I'm not sure what I'm doing!
I can't wait to neem a biggest, skillfully wrench off its feet, and then remove the cover on its stomach, and then pull open the hard shell on its back, carefully removing its gills, and finally along the way to its body folded in two, white tender meat, golden yellow. I dipped it in my grandfather's patented "ginger vinegar sauce" and chewed it with a big mouthful, not to mention how delicious it was! After eating the body of the crab, then slowly eat the feet, I always like "first sweet and then bitter"!
In a short while, I have a pile of mounds in front of me, but then look at my father than I eat faster, he actually ate five in one breath! But it's not clean, and there's a lot of meat in the shell! In contrast, mom ate fast and well, without wasting a bit, and if we were to judge, she would be the winner! The slowest eaters are naturally grandpa and grandma.
This is a beautiful thing that happened in our family - eating hairy crabs.
Mr. He, I don't want to say that you don't know, but I've been through a lot of things at home, like flowers. I'll pick one and show it to you!
That afternoon, we were watching TV, I had a sudden idea, jumped up, and said to my mom, dad, and sister, "Why don't we have a hula-hooping contest! Otherwise, our hula hoops will be useless!" Before I could say anything, my sister chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, let's time it for a minute and see who spins it more times!" Mom and dad were in favor of it.
Do what you say, dad brought hula hoops, mom watched the clock, I was responsible for counting the number of hoops, my sister pretended to be like a referee's tone, said: "The game begins." Dad in our family "head", of course he first. You can see that he has already set up his posture. At my sister's command, he turned a little, and the hula hoop moved on his body. Dad turned very stable, as if there is a rope around the hula hoop, how did not fall down. He ate melon seeds while spinning, and also stretched out his hands from time to time to do the action. Seeing Dad spinning so easily and freely, my sister teased him, "It's like a big dumb bear dancing!" We laughed our heads off ......
Finally, it was time for me to take the stage as the "little master" I thought to myself: "My mom, dad, and sister are very good at this, so I'm going to have to surpass them. With a "start", I twisted the slender waist, their eyes are round, I am also proud. Suddenly, the hula hoop slipped, my heart tensed up, vigorously shook up, a circle, two circles ...... mom said on the side: "Persistence is victory." This is like a panacea, I heard, turn harder, and finally turned the hula hoop back to the upper waist. "Stop," Dad called, and my sister said the results, "Dad, 48; Mom, 43; me, 45; Ying, 51; the winner is Ying!" I cheered, "Oh, I won."
It was a long time ago, but "perseverance is victory" has always inspired me.
One of the things I did at home was 11
One day during winter vacation, I just woke up, I got up, then I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and ate ....... After doing these things, I realized something ------ No one was home.
And I thought where are all the people? It's okay, whether people are at home or not, it's all the same. I thought to myself. I went downstairs by myself to buy something to eat. I've got mineral water, biscuits, rice noodles, enough to eat all morning, I thought. In the evening I went downstairs to eat at the noodle shop, after eating, I left in a hurry, do you want to know why? Because I noticed a man following me. I tried to get rid of him immediately, but I had no choice I had to let him follow me.
This person wearing black sunglasses, wearing a black cowhide coat, wearing brown shoes, a look is not a serious person, I heart out of the h society this big name, I think it will not be abducted children, I immediately hoofed it back to the home, upstairs, I immediately closed the door, I look at what happened, as if it did not happen, who knows a little bit of a crunch, crunching sound, I immediately listened carefully, like a boarding house, the door to the house. I immediately listen carefully, like a boarding house door, I saw the thief from the room in the small mirror, and that h society looks different, but after a while that h society also came, but also laughed, I think she has what must be killed, I immediately raised the vigilance. That h society immediately gave the thief a fatal blow ------- set of handcuffs. I immediately opened the door and said: h society, not police thank you for saving me that police smiled and took the thief away.
Mom and Dad came, I told them about this incident with the essay, I heart than eating honey is also sweet.
I was born to crochet these fine work know nothing, before the labor skills homework are mother on behalf of do, but think of doing things can not always rely on parents, this time I want to ask my mother to teach me.
I saw my mother's right thumb and forefinger pinched the body of the crochet hook, the rest of the fingers grabbed the end of the needle, the left hand index finger wrapped around the line, the middle finger and thumb pinch has been hooked line, my mother's right hand fast up and down to move, the left hand also follow the movement from time to time, crochet hooks on the climb non-stop up and down, the line in the hands of my mother as if it had grown legs, just a moment of time on the work! "Long" out of a large section of the "braid", I look at a stunned, I can not wait to grab the crochet hook, ready to try themselves.
I'm as clumsy as a big bear, how to wind the rope is not good, I try to remember my mother hooked when the way, but I either put the little finger also to the winding, or around the wrong finger, my mother laughed and came over to help me around the line, and teach me how to hook: first pull the rope hooked to the head of the needle, and then the line with the climbing set out, and finally to pull back. I followed my mother's ` words, eager to put the needle to set out, unexpectedly, the line to is not wound out, to the hand of the "great project" scattered. In the face of "paralyzed" rope, I am not discouraged, regroup, ready to "make a comeback", but this mischievous rope on my good advice is not at all appreciated, still I do what I do, refused to set out the needle.
I was quiet for a while, and sat up, ready to try one last time, this time, I learned from the lessons of the first two times, first carefully set the line, with the left hand of the middle finger and thumb slowly with the line climbing cautiously pushed down on the needle, the heart of the blessing do not fall out, fortunately, successfully pushed to the mouth of the mouth, the eye is about to fall out of the, in this "hundred thousand fire! In this "urgent" moment, I was wise in a hurry, let the needle upside down, and finally turned out to be safe. The next step in the set of the needle is the most difficult, I hold my breath, eyes a turn not turn staring at the needle, for fear of making any mistakes, give up, my right hand pulled hard, haha, set out, I took a long sigh of relief.
After a few hours of hard work, I have hooked a large bar, looking at their own booty, heart happy!
An incident at home essay 13The egg fried rice made by my mother is colorful and fragrant, with snow-white rice grains, bright red carrots, bright green cucumbers, golden eggs, and meat-pink sausages, colorful. I always eat a lot of food, and a grain of rice I have no "mercy".
Today, as soon as school was over, I ran home because I was looking forward to the day's delicacies! The egg fried rice for me is simply one of the four Chinese delicacies. Watching my mom take out the egg to beat, I rushed up and said, "I beat, I beat!" "Little naughty boy, don't make a mess." "Please, let me beat it once, besides, I participated in making egg fried rice with my own hands, doesn't it taste better?" Mom looked at me, turned around and turned off the fire, "OK, let you learn this cooking skill."
It was time for me to show my skills! I thought of my mother's skillful movements: a hand holding the egg to the corner of the stove gently knock, and then quickly take the egg to the top of the pot, two hands gently break, the egg will naturally fall into the pot. I still can't do such a simple action? I'm so underestimated! So I rolled up my sleeves, couldn't wait to pick up the egg and hit it hard at the corner of the stove. "With a loud pop, the thick liquid fell from my hands and went to sleep on the floor. I was dumbfounded when the egg shell and egg liquid stuck to my hand. My mom laughed when she saw my silly face, "See how easy it is for me to beat an egg, come on, look closely!" Mom said while beating: "Beat the egg to gently beat, open the egg a small slit, and then gently break, the egg will come out."
I took another egg and gently knocked it on the side of the bowl, and the egg had a crack. I gently broke it again, and the yolk and egg white flowed out, and I shook the shell again to keep it from going to waste, and then I stirred the egg with chopsticks. Seeing the golden half bowl of egg liquid, I felt so accomplished. I learned another cooking skill, and my mom said I was so smart.
Today's egg fried rice is particularly fragrant, because there are the fruits of my labor in it! From this incident I realized a truth: even if it is easy, you have to do it once to understand how to do it.
Early in the morning, as usual, the family sounded a symphony of harmony.
Mom was listening to the beautiful music with her eyes closed; my mother-in-law was busy in the kitchen; and I was sitting on the sofa waiting for my father, who had gone out to buy breakfast, to come back, and the whole family was immersed in the world of music. Suddenly, a small note disrupted the music - my mother-in-law accidentally knocked over the milk bottle while she was busy. The bottle fell to the ground and shattered, spilling creamy white milk all over the place. Granny got nervous, she slowly squatted down and used her hands to pick up the pieces of the bottle, but if she was not careful, she cut her hands with the pieces. Granny started to suffer, but she hurriedly put her hands away in order not to upset her family. My mother arrived at the sound of the noise, and looking at the shattered fragments on the floor, she immediately understood, so she hurriedly said to me, "Yuyu, quickly help your mother-in-law to sit on the sofa." I ran over and eagerly asked, "Granny, are you cut?" Granny looked at me, smiled and shook her head, signaling that she hadn't been cut. I helped my mother-in-law to sit down, but my heart is still not put down, always feel that my mother-in-law is spreading a good lie.
At this point, the mother first carefully picked up the pieces of the bottle on the ground, one by one, and threw them in the garbage can, and then took a rag to wipe the milk on the ground, and finally used a broom to sweep the tiny pieces into the garbage can． At this time, the father went to buy breakfast came back, see the atmosphere is not right, busy asking mom what is going on. Mom told Dad what happened, Dad heard, his face became panicked, put down the breakfast, immediately went to the mother-in-law, Dad looked at the mother-in-law's sadness, said to the mother-in-law: "Mom, do not pity the bottle of milk, quickly let me see the hand is not stabbed". "Granny hid her hand behind her back and gently shook her head, not wanting mom and dad to worry about her.
I suspect that my mother-in-law is lying, while she did not pay attention to her hand gently took out to mom and dad to see, we saw a wound, look in the eyes, pain in the heart, I blew on the wound, rubbed, told a joke to my mother-in-law, in a short time, it will be the mother-in-law to make her happy, and the family sounded that harmonious symphony again.
An incident at home essay 15Now when I use the microwave oven to heat up the rice, I always think of an incident in the past.
It was an incident that happened a year ago in winter. The cold wind roared outside the window, and after school at noon, I took my sister home for dinner. My sister said, "Eat some hot rice on a cold day." I said, "I've long thought about it, let's eat boiled instant noodles." So I took out two paper bowl noodles from Imabari. I said, "Do you like the braised beef flavor?" My sister said excitedly, "I like it very much!" So I put the soaked instant noodles inside the microwave to cook, and we were all anxiously waiting for the instant noodles to cook quickly to fill our stomachs. After a minute or so, suddenly, the microwave oven caught fire, scared me six, hands and feet, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, my sister and I quickly close the microwave door, I let her catch pots of water, we splashed the fire extinguished, and our big meal is so black. I just remembered that you can't heat things containing paper in the microwave, or it will catch fire. So I took two more bowls of instant noodles, put them in the special microwave box, and put them in the microwave again, and I was shocked that the microwave was broken. I came to school hungry and with sadness in my heart. My mind was always thinking, "I'm sure my mom is going to kick my ass when I get home." All of a sudden I had tears streaming down my face and cried sadly. In the afternoon when I came home from school, I honestly told my mom what happened at noon, and my mom said, "You are very honest and do things boldly, and it is hard to avoid making mistakes in life."
Through this incident I know, the use of household appliances, to first understand its structure, function, the use of method notes. Otherwise, water and fire, will cause great trouble ah! The first thing you need to do is to think about the consequences.