Who knows the little joke of idioms?

One day, Xiaojun wrote a composition in the classroom: My Home.

Xiaojun wrote: "There are three people in my family, my parents and me. When we go out every morning, the three of us go our separate ways. "

Raise your darts and go your own way. At night, all roads lead to the same goal. Dad is an architect, pointing at the construction site every day; Mom is for sale.

Freight forwarder, in the store every day; I am a student, and I am in a daze in the classroom every day. There are three people in my family who stink.

Like-minded, family harmony, but when my grades are not good, my father also fights with each other and severely hits me five times.

I was immersed in the ground, and my mother stood by and never did the right thing. "