Chapter 1: I learned how to make quilts. On Sunday morning, I opened my eyes and saw my mother making quilts. The quilts were stacked neatly and square, just like a traveling bag, which aroused my interest. I put the quilt flat as it was, first facing it vertically twice, folding it in half horizontally twice, and then folding the quilt in a few times. At this time, from behind came a burst of laughter. It turned out to be mom. I thought to myself: my mother will certainly praise me. But my mother not only did not praise me, but also laughed and shook her head. I looked back to see the quilt I had folded, round, like a big watermelon. As ugly as you want to be. And my mother's quilts are square. I am embarrassed to ask my mother: "you teach me.". Under the guidance of my mother, I opened the quilt, climbed onto the bed and leveled the quilt. Then fold it in half horizontally and twice vertically. At this time, my mother told me that the two horizontal ends should not be too tight. Under the guidance of my mother, I have made a lot of progress. Through this thing, I understand: it seems easy to do anything, but it is very difficult to do it in practice. Only by being careful and careful can we succeed.
Part 2: I learned how to fold quilts. Early this morning, my mother went out to buy vegetables. I volunteered to fold my own quilt. Back in the bedroom, first of all, I flatten the quilt, then fold it two times horizontally and fold it straight for two times. Then I fold the quilt. At this time. My mother came back, I thought: if I let my mother look at the quilt I folded, my mother would praise me. So I took my mother to my room to see the quilt I made. Mother looked, not only did not praise me, but also issued a silver bell like laughter. Looking back, I fold the quilt drum, like a big pumpkin. I am embarrassed to ask my mother, my mother first told me the essentials of folding quilts, and then, she taught me how to fold. I listen with all my heart and watch with all my heart. Under the guidance of my mother, I once again flattened the quilt, folded one side of the quilt to half the width of the quilt, and then folded the other half on top of it. After folding, I folded the two short ends to the middle. After folding, I closed the corner, flattened the angle, and then patted the quilt, and then folded it. Through this quilt folding, I understand: as long as you do one thing seriously, you will get something.
Chapter 3: I learned to fold quilts. I always get up in the morning, yawn and stretch. I don't have to worry about anything. One day, I had a whim: why don't you try to make your own quilt? The teacher didn't say that you should do what you can! That day, I got up early and wanted to fold the quilt by myself, so as to surprise my mother and tell her that I have grown up. I made the quilt like my mother. She always made it easy and tidy. But it's not so easy for me to fold. I folded this end and that end, and folded that end and this one fell off again. I was too busy to take care of this end but not that one. Well, I thought it was easy. Who knows how hard it is! I don't know when my mother got up. When she saw how embarrassed I was, she laughed. Oh, I can't be angry. As for my face, who can't laugh off his front teeth? I'd better ask for the secret of folding quilts. After I explained my difficulties to my mother, my mother guided me patiently. I did it step by step according to my mother's teaching requirements and order: wide fold three, long fold four, angle alignment, square as knife cutting. Fold it up and have a look. Ha! It looks like a square piece of tofu. Don't mention how neat it is! Through a quilt folding event, I understand every seemingly simple thing. If I don't study hard, the seemingly simple thing is not easy.
Chapter 4: I learned how to make quilt Ding Ding Ding. After school, I ran home and wanted to lie in bed for a while to eliminate some fatigue. But I just lay down and found that the quilt had disappeared. After I got up in the morning, I made up the bed, otherwise & hellip; & hellip; 'bad! Dad has fulfilled his promise? I rummaged in the living room, study and bedroom, and finally found it in the wardrobe. Well, it's still intact. He put the quilt on the bed in a hurry. At this time, Dad came back and saw that the quilt was already in bed. He said, "from now on, you can fold the quilt every day before you can go out, otherwise & hellip; & hellip; hum, go to the basketball court to pick it up!" Oh, I'm so troublesome, I'm dizzy! It's Sunday, and I'm invited by my classmates to play table tennis in Nanjiang middle school. As I got up late, I piled up the quilts and was ready to go. Just arrived at the exit of the living room, my father said in a loud voice: "come back!" I'll play for a while! "I begged. Dad said, "wait a minute!" Dad went to the bedroom and saw that the quilts were very messy. He said, "is this the quilt you made? Can't you make it if others fold it squarely and neatly?" I didn't think about it. I said, "others sell tofu, but I sell flower rolls. 'Dad was furious and went out with the quilt in his arms. Oh, no, the quilt is going to say goodbye to me! I quickly blocked in front of my father, crying and shouting, begging dad not to throw it away. But father iron heart, a few steps to the balcony, the 'flower roll' puffed into the basketball court. Ah? Really, it's a small matter to play table tennis. If the quilt is thrown away, it won't be covered at night. I ran to the basketball court and came home with the quilt in my arms. I know I can't get out of this house without folding the quilt. I asked my father how to fold the quilt. My father said, "first of all, spread the quilt, fold the left side of the quilt and make up 30% of the total area. Then fold the right side of the quilt. Finally, fold the two ends in half again. The quilt will be folded. 'I engraved my father's words deeply in my heart. I did what my father said again and again, and finally folded the quilt. I called my father and asked him if he was qualified. My father said, "totally qualified! 100 points!" I was so happy that I jumped three feet high and I learned to fold quilts. I jumped out of the house cheerfully & hellip; & hellip;
On Sunday morning, I opened my eyes and saw my mother making quilts. The quilts were stacked neatly and square, just like a traveling bag, which aroused my interest. I put the quilt flat as it was, first facing it vertically twice, folding it in half horizontally twice, and then folding the quilt in a few times. At this time, from behind came a burst of laughter. It turned out to be mom. I thought to myself: my mother will certainly praise me. But my mother not only did not praise me, but also laughed and shook her head. I looked back to see the quilt I had folded, round, like a big watermelon. As ugly as you want to be. And my mother's quilts are square. I am embarrassed to ask my mother: "you teach me.". Under the guidance of my mother, I opened the quilt, climbed onto the bed and leveled the quilt. Then fold it in half horizontally and twice vertically. At this time, my mother told me that the two horizontal ends should not be too tight. Under the guidance of my mother, I have made a lot of progress. Through this thing, I understand: it seems easy to do anything, but it is very difficult to do it in practice. Only by being careful and careful can we succeed.
Chapter 6: I learned how to fold quilts. Every morning, I saw my mother busy making quilts before going to work. I thought I had to do my own things, so I asked my mother to teach me how to make quilts. One Sunday morning, my mother said to me, "today I'll teach you how to make quilts." I saw her explain it with her hands, and then arched up the quilt and folded it skillfully. And then he said to me, "try it out.". I began to fold the quilt as my mother did. First of all, I spread the quilt on the bed. Then I found the sewing thread on one third of the quilt and folded it like paper. Then I smoothed out the wrinkles on the quilt, and then folded the other third with the same method. But quilt is disobedient, still crumpled. It's not like bean curd, it's like rotten yellow mud. Oh, it's so troublesome to fold a quilt. It's boring! After that, I'll lie on the bed and don't want to fold it. But as soon as I gave up, my mother said to me, "you can't do such a little thing well. You have no patience. Needless to say anything else, if you go on like this, you will achieve nothing.". I thought to myself: 'yes! Why can't I do what others have done? I just don't have the patience to do it. Why don't I take this opportunity to cultivate myself?! 'so I got up again, got up and started to fold the quilt again. I first draw a distance of about 50 cm from one end, then press out two deep marks with my finger, then stack them up according to those two marks, and then finish the 'work' on the other end in the same way. I breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "I'm half done at last! 'then I marked the position of about two punches in the quilt, arched it with my hand, and finally lifted the folded part to the other end. 'yeah! It's done! 'I exclaimed excitedly. My mother also praised me: "you are wonderful! "I appreciate the folded four square quilts, and I can't help but be happy. By learning to fold quilts, I have cultivated my self-care ability, honed my patience, and let me taste the extraordinary joy of success. It seems that no matter what you do, don't be in a hurry. Only by being careful can we do everything well.