My daughter is in grade two, and I don't know what to do. My sister's composition is not good.

There is a photo of my sister and me at home. My sister is smiling, slightly fat and wearing a dress. Whenever my mother sees this photo, she will say, "This photo shows your sister's cuteness!" " "

This sentence has two meanings. First, my sister is very cute. Second, my sister's cuteness is nothing more than that. Of course, the words are exaggerated, but my sister still has many bad habits. The word "clothes are like people" is completely opposite to my sister's. My sister's room is a mess: the sheets are wrinkled and the quilt is not folded; Clothes were piled everywhere, and the doll climbed all over the floor; A pair of shoes slept deep under the bed, covered with dust. So my sister likes to come to my room to play. Even if she comes, she will bring some snacks like peanuts and melon seeds every time. After eating the shells, I piled them on the table, patted my ass and left, leaving the shells for me to clean up. Not only that, she always gets up late in the morning, and the water never pours after washing her face, so she wants to leave it to future generations. No, she didn't fall down again today. She wanted to let the washing water bathe in the sunshine all morning. I really want to talk about her, so at breakfast, I deliberately pretended to care and asked, "Sister, have you emptied the water in the washbasin?" My sister said shyly, "I will wash it later!" " ""Is that quilt folded? "I asked again." Oh! "As soon as the words stopped, my sister went to fold the quilt. I just humiliated my sister.

But it's different now. My sister works as a front desk in a four-star hotel. Seeing that people have cleaned up their rooms, I also have an impulse in my heart and vowed to change all my bad habits. When she came home and saw her room, she was very surprised: "Is this my room?" Say that finish, "work". She washed the dirty clothes first and then dried them. Then make the bed, take out the shoes sleeping at the bottom of the bed, wash them and put them on the shoe rack; Finally, I cleaned my room. Her cream won't be forgotten. Let me respect her.

One day, there was another pile of peanut shells on my sister's desk. I shouted, "Sister, haven't you changed your bad habits?" "Don't move! That's mom's fertilizer! It's not like I ate the remaining peanut shells! " Ha ha!