In the evening, I always feel that there is something to do, that is, I can’t remember what it is. Quietly, the cells of memory are in the mind. Suddenly, a smell that only I could smell, came to my nostrils like a bee. Hey, think about it. If you don’t wash cotton socks today, there will be no cotton socks changed the day after tomorrow. So, pick up a plastic bucket and come to a paper tube with a special cotton socks. Open the two arms, grab the mouth with one hand, and grab the bottom of the tube with one hand and turn the tube upside down. The cotton socks jumped into the bucket like a broken fish.

I blew a pleasant whistle, carrying half a bucket of cotton socks like a fish to the washroom, unscrewing the faucet, and the water "哗哗" was like the white flower's silver falling from the sky. The cotton socks in the bucket like dead fish began to live with the impact of silver, and danced like a fish in the water. The fish suddenly jumped up and suddenly sneaked into the bottom of the water. I whistled my mouth and turned my head to the window. The deep blue mountains in the distance are quiet and peaceful, and the gray sky is against the orange light. A group of black trees sparkle with stars of various colors.

Every noisy voice came from the stars. When the full bucket of white flowers and silver and the jumping fish came out of the barrel, I tightened the faucet and calmed down. I casually picked up a pair of cotton socks. Counting, the heart is fierce, a total of twelve pairs of socks, time bombs have passed twenty-four days (two days to change socks). The last time I washed the socks was like yesterday, my heart was inevitably sorry for the lost time!