Diary: blowing soap bubbles

It's sunny and sunny today, and I'm more interested in blowing bubbles. I went to the kitchen first and filled the bottle with half a bottle of water. I went to the kitchen first, filled the bottle with half a bottle of water, dropped a few drops of detergent, and finally found a straw, so my "secret bubble liquid" was done.

I carefully took my "fruits of labor" to the balcony for fear of spilling them. I don't know if I can succeed, but my heart is pounding. I put the straw into the bubble liquid, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and breathed a little. Unexpectedly, there is no bubble. I was a little disappointed, so I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why can't I blow bubbles?" Mother nodded gently and said with a smile, "Little fool, can't you think about the mystery yourself?"

I thought about it and suddenly realized that I was pushing too hard. I learned my lesson and blew it gently. Ah! Bubbles are beautiful in the sun. The golden sunshine makes their crystal clothes as bright as glass. They are chasing and fighting. ...

I like blowing bubbles.