12月27日晴一个星期过去了,又轮到我们做值日了。组员们很快把地扫完了,该轮到我出场了——拖地。我抄起拖布,从教室后面认真擦了起来,眼看就要大功告成,擦到马培伦桌子旁,一块黑黑的脏块映入眼帘。我用力擦了两下,谁知脏物纹丝不动,仿佛在嘲笑我:我就要舒服地躺在地板上,你擦不掉我的。我狠狠地盯着脏物,搓了搓手,暗下决心:不擦掉你,我今天就不回家。想到此,我又涮了涮拖布,冲向脏物。 A clear week passed on December 27, and it was our turn to do the value date. The team members quickly swept the ground, the turn came to me - mopping the floor. I copied the mop and wiped it cleanly from the back of the room, seeing that I was done, rubbing the table next to Ma Peilun, a black and dirty block. I wiped hard twice, who knows dirty things motionless, as if ridiculed me: I will comfortably lie on the floor, you can not rub me off. I stared hard at the dirt, rubbed my hands, and made up my mind that I will not go home today without wiping you off. Think of this, I rinse shabu Mop, rushed to the dirt.