Reflections on Charles IX's Reading in the Fourth Grade

books, like a friend of mine, are indispensable to me every day. Once, I made a joke to read a book.

On the night of summer vacation, I watched Charles IX with relish at home. By nine o'clock, my mother would never let me watch it again, and then I would "deal with it according to law". I had to go to bed quietly. Mother knew that I wouldn't sleep until I finished reading the book, so she hid the book.

I keep imagining the ending of the story in my mind. I made up my mind to finish reading that book. I set my alarm clock at one o'clock in the morning with my mobile phone, and then I went to bed. "Ding Rinrin", the alarm clock of the mobile phone rang, and I sneaked out of the room, sneaking around like a thief. I couldn't help it, so I ran. Just because I was rude, I bumped into a chair and gave a "pa" sound. I calmed down and heard the sound of wearing slippers. I knew that my mother was coming out, and the light was not turned off, so I ran into the room. After a while, my mother returned to the room and I ran out of the room again. This time, I was more impatient, accelerated my steps, and the action was obviously much bigger.

Dad came out, holding a flashlight in one hand and a stick in the other, like a policeman. I was thinking: Why didn't Dad turn on the light? Isn't it clear at a glance when the light is turned on?

"Pa", I have a sharp pain. "Haha, I caught you, thief!" Dad ran to turn on the light. He saw that it was not a thief, but me. Dad was in distress situation. I told my dad the whole thing. He not only didn't say he was sorry, but also hit me with a few more sticks. It was so painful!

after this, I never dare to read secretly again!