Although is winter vacation, but work to make our "pears" Alexander, woke up had to be away. A minute, half an hour, an hour... I buried in the homework in the mountains, ignorant of the passage of time. Finally, I was too tired to panting, stopped a pen in hand, ready to take a walk to the living room. All of a sudden, I found on the door of that piece of red knot the thick dust blankets disappeared, like a mysterious disappearance, baffling. Thinking along while, I came up with a possible: should be grandpa threw away. Some are taken for granted, think will, of course, is such, have no doubt about that.
But in order to confirm, I study again. After get some clues, I depressed returned to study, continue to write the homework. But my heart is not always quiet down, always thinking of blankets, thinking about thinking about the god, involuntarily thinking up. Yi? I remember my grandfather is very frugal, something broke mend, rotten embroidered flowers, not directly thrown away? It arouses my curiosity, continue to track.
I looked at front of the gate, yeah? How many a new blanket? Also is the same as with the original, bright red, red ShiXie, gleaming, like had just bought. My grandfather was in such a short period of time to get to the completely same with previous blanket? The discovery is my curiosity more strong, can't wait to search everywhere, don't even spare a little hint, it is a little detective.
"Wash scrub brush..." There toilet brush, rhythmic, and foam successive crack. Is my best may not be a solution, all of a sudden from the voice of the n oise, open the door of the toilet, confirm it. A: wow! I exclaimed, originally is grandpa is washing the surplus dirty blankets, brush brush the sound of music, as well as the thick foam continuous crack. Concentrate my grandfather did not notice me, out from under the bowl just washed another blanket, contentedly into a bamboo pole.
I finally know the principle of the disappearance, and so full of curiosity. The most important of all, I finally know the labor the most glorious!
“太陽光金亮亮，雄雞唱三唱，花兒醒來了……”這首歌名叫《勞動最光榮》，我想大家一定都聽過。是啊，勞動給我們帶來了豐富的食物，給我們帶來了五彩繽紛的衣服，給我們帶來了無窮的高科技。你說，勞動是不是最光榮的事呢?
雖然是寒假，但作業(yè)使我們“鴨梨”山大，只好一早起來就奮筆疾書。一分鐘，半小時，一小時……埋在作業(yè)山里的我渾然不知時間的流逝。終于，我累得氣喘吁吁，停下了手中的筆，準(zhǔn)備到客廳散散步。突然，我發(fā)現(xiàn)放在門口的那塊結(jié)了厚厚灰塵的大紅毯子不見了，好似一場離奇的失蹤案，令人迷惑不解。思索了半天，我想出了一種可能：應(yīng)該是姥爺扔掉了吧。有些顯得理所當(dāng)然，覺得當(dāng)然會是這樣，沒有什么可疑問的。
但為了證實，我又研究了起來。在得不到一點兒線索后，我垂頭喪氣的回到了書房，繼續(xù)寫起了作業(yè)。但我的心總是靜不下來，一直想著毯子的事情，想著想著便出了神，不由自主的思考了起來。咦?我記得姥爺很節(jié)儉的，東西破了就補(bǔ)一補(bǔ)，爛了就繡朵花，不會直接扔掉的啊?這段話激起了我的好奇心，繼續(xù)追查了起來。
我望望大門前，唉?怎么又多了一條嶄新的毯子?還與原來的一模一樣，鮮紅鮮紅，紅得似血，嶄新嶄新，像是剛買來似的。姥爺是怎么在這么短的時間內(nèi)搞來與先前完全相同的毯子呢?這一發(fā)現(xiàn)是我的好奇心更濃了，迫不及待地到處搜索著，連一絲蛛絲馬跡都不放過，儼然是個小偵探的模樣。
“洗刷刷洗刷刷……”廁所里響起刷子有節(jié)奏的摩擦聲，還有泡沫接連不斷的破裂聲。正百思不得一解的我，突然從這沙沙沙的聲音中得知了什么，打開廁所的門，證實這一切。哇!我驚嘆道，原來是姥爺在洗著剩余臟亂的毯子，刷刷刷的發(fā)出悅耳的響聲，以及濃濃的泡沫連續(xù)破裂聲。全神貫注的姥爺并沒有注意到我，從盆里拿出剛洗好的另一條毯子，心滿意足地掛到了竹竿上。
我終于知道了這場失蹤案的原理，滿滿的好奇心也因此而解。最重要的是，我終于知道了勞動最光榮!
