Find a composition about washing clothes.

Everyone has many firsts in his life, and these firsts are often our best memories. I also had many firsts, especially the first time I washed clothes, which made me remember it vividly, because I made a lot of jokes when I washed clothes for the first time.

My parents were not at home that day, and my clothes were dirty and no one washed them. There is no choice but to be personally attacked by the "great hero"-"East Evil" to wipe out these "big villains" who endanger the Jianghu. So, I found my "weapon"-washboard, washbasin and soap.

I poured water into the washtub and took out the "big bad guy" I caught. I first took out a red T-shirt, put it on the washboard and rubbed it hard with soap. I didn't expect the clothes to fade into "red ink" without a few rubs. After washing the T-shirt, I took out another white shirt and washed it, but when I soaped it for the second time, I was dumbfounded and the white shirt turned red. I think: the more clothes are washed, the cleaner they are. If you wash it for a while, the red will be washed clean. So I stepped up my efforts and kept soaping, but things were not what I expected, and the color on my clothes was darker. I thought about it carefully before I realized that the color of the red T-shirt had dyed my white shirt red. Hey, I'm not washing clothes here, I'm dyeing clothes! It seems that this shirt is ruined. I wasted so much energy.

I had to throw this shirt aside, learn from the previous experience and change the remaining clothes after washing. After washing for a while, sweat broke out on my forehead, so I had to wipe it with my hands. Finally, I was really tired, so I went into the house to drink water and looked in the mirror inadvertently. This expression almost scared me to pee my pants. It turns out that I accidentally put soap bubbles on my face when I was wiping my sweat just now. I thought I had pustules on my face. I quickly wiped my face and went back to wash clothes.

After washing for a long time, there is only one thing left, which is also the most difficult to wash-my jeans. Because the zipper on my jeans is a genuine version of Xiao Li's flying knife. If you are scratched by it, it is no joke, and it will definitely make you "a river of blood".

But who told me that I was born with a hard life! Without rubbing it a few times, I let the "Xiao Li Fei Dao" on the Jianghu cut my hand. I quickly dried my hands and sucked the blood from the wound like a vampire, looking for a band-aid, but the more anxious I was, the less I could find it. I was so anxious that I almost tore down the house. Finally, I found a band-aid in the cupboard and put it on immediately, which was a sigh of relief.

The clothes were finally washed. Looking at the washed clothes, I smiled sweetly.