Rub the Closet

　　 　
　　This morning. I saw that my grandmother was cleaning our house. She’s rubbing now. So I asked her, “What can I do to help?” 　 小荷作文网 www.zww.cn
　　But my grandmother just said, “What can you do to help?” 　 小 荷 作文网 www.zww.cn
　　I think for a moment. I remember when I was young: 　
　　I rubbing the door. I rub and rub and rub. But it was like just making the door wet. I can’t reach the top, but I stand on a chair, I can reach the top of the door. 　
　　When I come back from what I remembered, and I thought for a moment, my aunt’s closet is quite dirty. 　
　　So I said to grandma, “Grandma, I will rub my aunt’s closet.” 　
　　But grandma said, “It’s quite hard, your aunt’s closet is dirty. And most of its part is white.” 　
　　“It isn’ t that hard.” I thought. 　
　　But it just seem that it’s easy to rub the closet. But it was not. I’ve rubbed the purple side. Now it’s time for the hardest job of all, the white part. 　
　　I looked at all the white part. It is really dirty. “Whew! This is much, much harder than I thought.” I said to myself in a small voice. 　
　　OK, well. Start to work. Then, I rub a little bit of the closet. It was white as snow again. 　
　　“Grandma, come quick!” I shouted. “Look at this part I had rubbed it, it is white as snow again!” 　
　　“Yes, it is white as snow.” said grandma. Then, she go back to rub the doors. 　
　　So I have to rub the closet all by myself. Well, OK. Back to work. I rub it with all my might. Because some dirty things are hard to get off. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. For a long time. 　
　　Finally, I’ve rubbed the closet. Whew! It was a very, very hard job. It take me hours to finish it. But when I looked at the closet. It was very clean, just like the new one. And I smiled at myself at the mirror on the closet.