Go up the mountain to cut firewood with friends and write 500 words.

At noon today, I went to visit my grandparents in Chen Jiadong.

As soon as I got there, I saw my grandparents busy there, sweating with fatigue. Dad said to my sister and me, "Go up the mountain to cut wood!" " ! Come and experience the working environment when we were young! "I agreed without saying anything, because I think it's easy to cut wood. I walked to the mountains with a firewood knife.

We walked to the front of a mountain. There is a difficult slope on the mountain. I climbed several times and fell down. Later, I finally climbed it with the help of a wood knife, but my hand was cut and bleeding. Dad came to a tree and saw that it was as big as a bowl. There is not a leaf on the tree, and the skin on the roots has fallen off. Obviously, this tree is dead. Dad said, "shall we cut down this tree?" , I agreed. I cut a knife left and a knife right, and the tree just keeps going. Dad said to let him come, only to see him dancing skillfully with a firewood knife. After three or five times, he cut down the tree. I took a wood knife and cut branches like a scholar's father. I saw my father find some vines from nearby, tied the branches into bundles and told me to carry a bundle of firewood back to my hometown. I went back to my hometown with firewood, and my hands hurt.

I think it was really hard for my father to live here when he was a child. My conditions are really much better than when my father was a child. I must study hard and repay my parents when I grow up.