In real life or work and study, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into time-limited compositions and non-time-limited compositions according to different writing time limits. So, how to write an essay? The following is a composition about the fun of washing dishes that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. Essay on the Fun of Washing Dishes 1

You may not believe it, but washing dishes is actually quite fun.

One day during the winter vacation, my father gave me a task, that is, I would wash the dishes tonight. As soon as dinner was over, I quickly cleaned up the messy dishes and prepared to wash them.

After cleaning up, I put on my apron and gloves and started working. I first dipped a rag in some dishwashing liquid, and then carefully wiped the bowls, plates, and chopsticks. Slowly, large and small bubbles appeared all over the bowls and chopsticks. I also discovered that these bubbles would turn into rainbow colors under the light. It was so beautiful! Then, I turned on the faucet, and the clear water rushed in. The water droplets splashed like countless transparent pearls, and the water washed away the food residue and grease. In the blink of an eye, the dishes came out of the bath clean.

While washing the dishes, I can hear many very nice sounds. The sound of the porcelain bowl is crisp, like a silver bell; the sound of the iron bowl is thicker, like ringing a bell; and the sound of the stainless steel tableware is very loud, as if it is hitting copper foil! In this way, the sound of running water and the different sounds of pots and pans are like enjoying this "Kitchen Symphony" in a concert hall. This is the most beautiful piece of music in labor.

The labor is over, and the shiny glaze of many dishes reflects my knowing smile - there is clearly a kind of specialness, a kind of pride, a kind of joy in appreciating the fruits of labor, and also It reflected my father's happy smiling face - that smiling face was satisfied and praised for my labor. I couldn't be more happy at this time.

I think: "Even if it is a very common thing, as long as you do it with your heart and work hard to do it well, it will become a kind of happiness and a wonderful enjoyment." Composition on the joy of washing dishes 2

After dinner, I was about to go to the room to watch TV, but unexpectedly, my aunt and mother issued an order to give my brother and me a very serious task, which was to wash the dishes.

The pile of bowls in the dishwasher makes people "fearful of looking at the dishes." My aunt seemed to see that I was unwilling, and hurriedly walked to me and whispered to me: "After washing the dishes, The reward is 20 yuan!" As soon as I heard this, I became more interested and said to my mother and aunt standing aside: "Make sure to complete the task!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I spent nine It took two hard work, and my brother also worked hard to feed himself, and made two trips back and forth to successfully transport these dishes of various sizes and shapes to the kitchen.

I first put the bowl in the sink, added a few drops to clean it, added some water, and started washing it seriously. There was so much oil on this bowl that it felt greasy when I touched it with my hands. I put it in water and wiped it with my hands several times. It became slippery, like a naughty doll trying to get rid of it. Escape from my hands. After a while, the bowl was put on a white bubble cotton jacket. Those bubbles combined looked like a big marshmallow. They played hide and seek with me, rising here and disappearing there. While washing, I found some densely packed little bumps on a bowl. I scratched hard and the bumps ran away.

Finally it’s my turn to wash the pot. I used a small spherical object made of iron wire (as the name suggests, it should be called an iron wire ball) and rubbed it wildly in the pot. I wiped off all the rice cakes in the pot that were originally tightly attached to the wall of the pot. Okay, I have washed all the dishes and chopsticks.

After I was done, I immediately pulled my aunt and mother to check the results of my labor. They nodded after accepting each one. After the inspection, just as they were about to leave, I yelled angrily: "20 yuan for labor fee!" Then my aunt remembered and took out a brand new 20 yuan note from her wallet and gave it to me.

I felt very happy after receiving the labor fee. But looking back now, I feel that I was very naive.

Although labor is hard, it is the most glorious. It cannot be measured by the amount of money and does not require any reward. Essay 3 on the joy of washing dishes

Fun is everywhere. Doing a small experiment with friends is a kind of fun; catching tadpoles with friends is a kind of fun... You may not believe it, but in fact, washing dishes is also quite interesting.

In order to cultivate my good labor habits, my mother tried her best to find various reasons for me to wash the dishes. No, my mother was sitting on the sofa and said, "I'm tired today, so you two have to wash the dishes!" After hearing this, my father quickly ran away and went to work. I had no choice but to put the dishes and chopsticks away in the sink. I wanted to put the dishes and chopsticks under the faucet and rinse them, and that would be the end of the matter. However, I accidentally dropped a bowl in my hurry. I was scared and nervous, so I pretended to cry, for fear that my mother would ask me to "exercise" again. My mother came over after hearing the sound, touched my shoulder, and comforted me: "It doesn't matter, I just dropped a bowl. Be careful next time!" After hearing this, I was dumbfounded.

I had no choice but to put on my apron again and start "fighting" again. I first dipped a rag into some dishwashing liquid and carefully wiped the dishes one by one. Slowly, the bowls and dishes were covered with transparent, large and small bubbles; in the sun, they shone with colorful brilliance. , so beautiful! Then, I turned on the faucet, and the gurgling tap water washed away the oil and foam on the bowls and dishes. At this time, I discovered that during the process of washing dishes, a very beautiful and pleasant sound will be produced: the sound of the porcelain bowl hitting the sink is rich, like a bell... the sound of running water, and the different sounds of pots and pans , like a beautiful symphony! In the blink of an eye, a pile of dishes and chopsticks were washed and looked radiant!

The labor was finally over. At this time, I was thinking a lot, and I thought: Even if it is a very common thing, as long as you do it with your heart, it will become a kind of fun, a kind of beauty, and a wonderful thing. A kind of enjoyment... The joy of washing dishes Essay 4

After dinner, I decided to wash the dishes with my mother.

My mother helped me put on my apron and sleeves, and then we got to work!

I first dump the garbage in the bowl and then put the leftovers in the refrigerator. But when I opened the refrigerator door, I suddenly found that the refrigerator was full of food and there was no room for it. What should I do? My mother and I thought about it and finally came up with a good idea - move the vegetables in the refrigerator and put the leftovers in it~!

We took the empty dishes from the dining table to the kitchen, and then started washing the dishes!

Mom first poured a little warm water into the pot, and then poured a little dishwashing liquid into the pot. At this time, my mother took out two dishcloths like magic, and each of us used one. Mom said: "Let's divide the work. I will wash the first time first, you will wash the second time, and finally we will rinse the third time with running water together."

Mom finished the first wash in a while, and it was time to wash it again. I'm on the field, I'm so happy! The small bowls are lined up in order from small to large, like "bowl babies" one by one, as if saying to me: "Thank you for giving us a bath!" Because the dishes are all made of ceramics, I reminded myself to wash them. Always be careful. I washed the dishes carefully and arranged them in order from small to large. Next, my mother and I put the dishes under the faucet and rinsed the "bowl babies" again with tap water. The brand-new "bowl babies" seemed to be saying to me: "Ah, it's so comfortable!"

Finally, my mother and I used a wrung dishcloth to wipe the water in the bowls and pots clean, and then put the dishes in the cupboard. My mother praised me for my ability. Looking at the fruits of my labor, my heart is as sweet as drinking honey.

Through this labor, I understand that although I will encounter many problems and difficulties in life, as long as I use my brain, I will find a solution; at the same time, I also understand that doing When doing something, as long as you are careful and not sloppy, you will be able to do it well. Essay 5 on the joy of washing dishes

Today is Monday, and my mother asked me to wash the dishes. As soon as dinner was over, I quickly cleaned up the messy "battlefield" on the table and prepared to start the work I was about to do.

You may not believe it, but washing dishes is actually quite fun.

I recall that when I was a child, my mother tried every means to let me wash the dishes in order to practice my good labor habits. Once I just rinsed the dishes and chopsticks casually under the tap and prepared to run away. But what no one expected was that a bowl was accidentally broken. I was panicking now, for fear of being scolded by my mother, and I didn't know what to do. Suddenly I thought of a way and "pre-emptively" pretended to cry. My mother heard my cry, put down her work and ran over. Seeing the scene in front of her, she disqualified me from exercising. Now, my mother has restored my labor rights, and I am extremely happy.

I put on my mother's apron and started my work. I first dropped the dishwashing liquid on the rag, and carefully wiped each bowl and chopsticks. Slowly, transparent bubbles appeared everywhere in the bowl and chopsticks. Bubbles, big and small, shine with colorful brilliance under the sunlight coming in from the window. They are so beautiful! Then, I turned on the faucet and let the clear water rinse the dishes. The water droplets splashed away like countless pearls, washing away the residue and oil. In the blink of an eye, the bowls and chopsticks came out clean. They were all radiant and as good as new!

My work is done, and my knowing smile is reflected in the new bowl. There is a part of my pride and a part of pride in that smile. At the same time, I can also see my mother’s smiling face at the beginning. Smiling face is satisfied with me.

I think: Even ordinary things, as long as you do it with your heart and work hard to complete it, it will become a kind of fun. Essay 6 on the joy of washing dishes

The joy in life is everywhere, as everyone says, "It is not the lack of beauty in life, but the lack of eyes to discover beauty." Take what I am trying recently One thing - washing dishes, for example, most ordinary people wash dishes with a sad face and full of complaints. This is because they think washing dishes is a hard job, and they wash dishes for the sake of "washing dishes". The effect is of course imaginable. But I am different. I wash dishes to find happiness and hone my perseverance.

That night, my parents were avoiding the task of washing dishes, so I stepped out without hesitation and walked into the kitchen with a pile of greasy dishes. First, I boiled a pot of hot water, poured some dishwashing liquid, and threw the dishes in. I regarded them as little monsters and imagined myself as a magical hero. Your hand is like a knife, and you can get them done in three strokes, five strokes, and two strokes. Immersed in this fantasy, my ten fingers were running back and forth, up and down like a machine, holding an oil bowl, turning, wiping, and buckling, and it was done, just like people Like the common little masters who make candy figures in alleys, I am also refining art in my daily life. I not only achieve the purpose of doing housework, but also exercise my will and cultivate my sentiment. Why not? Why not?

Some people may question: Can washing dishes also cultivate sentiment? No, listen to me slowly. First of all, washing dishes is a delicate job. Don’t rush or be impatient. The slower the better. If you want to finish the task in one second, the result is conceivable. Ten bowls will definitely have to be folded. Five or six were damaged. This was the tragic scene I experienced when I washed dishes for the first time. Follow my previous three-step method for washing dishes - a flexible rotation, turn the dishes over, scrub them all over with a rag, and then put them in the basin. Everything becomes very interesting. Moreover, when washing the dishes, your feet are very powerful and you can dance one-step or cha-cha with the movement of your fingers. It feels really wonderful!

Okay, not much to say, if you are also moved by my humble work, then try washing the dishes once, you will find a different kind of fun! Essay 7 on the joy of washing dishes

"I've been a little annoyed lately, a little annoyed..." I've been humming this song recently. You want to ask me why? Why! My mother said that when I grow up, I have to share the housework, so she makes me wash the dishes every night.

When I think of having to wash greasy dishes every day during my break, I absolutely hate it. Every day, I have to rely on my mother’s constant supervision before I am willing to move the “golden lotus” and “move” it to the kitchen.

During the National Day holiday, my mother took me to my grandma’s house to play. After dinner, grandma rushed to wash the dishes, but I felt relaxed and watched her wash the dishes. I saw grandma wiping the dishes rhythmically with a rag, while still humming "The most dazzling ethnic style" in her mouth, her feet were still stepping on the steps of a square dance, her buttocks were twisting and turning, and even the bowl made a "squeak" The sound seemed to be accompanying her. Huh? What's so fun about washing dishes? Grandma, what's wrong? Seeing that I was confused, grandma explained: "By doing this, I can wash the dishes clean, exercise, and maintain a happy mood. This can serve multiple purposes!" I nodded. Like a chicken pecking at rice, thinking about how I usually wash dishes with a sad face, I decided to change my mentality.

When I got home the next day, after dinner, without waiting for my mother’s supervision, I took the initiative to put away the bowls in the kitchen and sang “Wash, Shua, Shua” while washing them. My mother asked in surprise: “Daughter? "What's wrong with you today?" I told my mother everything I learned from my grandma, and then I twisted my butt in a big way. My mother laughed so much that her laughter echoed in our warm home. I really have a good attitude and enjoy whatever I do! Essay 8 on the joy of washing dishes

After dinner tonight, my mother asked me to wash the dishes. I'll clean up the mess right away. You may not believe it, but washing dishes is actually a very interesting thing.

When I was a child, my mother tried every means to let me wash dishes in order to help me develop a good habit of loving labor. I always rinse the dishes randomly under the tap and then I’m done. Sometimes, I accidentally broke a bowl. I was afraid of being criticized by my mother, so I pretended to cry, and my mother stopped letting me wash the dishes. Now, my mother has started letting me wash dishes again, and I have fallen in love with washing dishes. Mom is very happy and so am I.

Put on the apron and start washing the dishes. I first dipped some dishwashing liquid into a rag and wiped the dishes carefully. Slowly, there were many bubbles all over the bowls and dishes. Some of the bubbles are big, some are small, and they shine with colorful brilliance under the light. Immediately afterwards, I turned on the faucet, and the clear water rinsed the dishes. The water droplets splashed like countless transparent pearls. The water washed away the residue and the grease. Just like that, I rinsed the dishes cleanly, and they all looked radiant. I see it in my eyes and feel happy in my heart.

Perhaps you haven’t noticed that during the process of washing the dishes, there will be many beautiful sounds playing, making you feel like a big musician. The sound of the porcelain bowl is crisp, like a silver bell; the sound of the stainless steel tableware is loud, like beating gongs and drums; the sound of the big iron pot is rich, like ringing a bell! In this way, the sound of running water and the different sounds of pots and pans formed a beautiful symphony. This is really the music of labor!

The labor is over, and my smile is reflected in the shiny glaze of the dishes - there is a kind of pride, a kind of pride, and a kind of happiness in that smile! At the same time, it also reflected my mother's smile - that smile was my satisfaction and praise.

I think: Even if it is a very common thing, as long as you do it with your heart and work hard to do it well, it will become a kind of fun, a kind of beauty and enjoyment! Essay 9 on the joy of washing dishes

Today is Sunday, and my mother asked me to wash the dishes. As soon as lunch was over, I hurriedly cleaned up the messy cups and plates and headed to the "battlefield" to prepare for washing the dishes. You may not believe it, but washing dishes is actually quite fun.

Looking back on when I was a child, my mother tried so hard to let me wash the dishes in order to cultivate good working habits in me. I just rinsed the dishes and chopsticks randomly under the tap, but accidentally dropped a bowl. Afraid of being scolded, I pretended to cry, and my mother revoked my training qualifications. It was not until a long time ago that my mother restored my labor rights.

Put on the apron and start "fighting." I first dipped a rag in dishwashing liquid and wiped the dishes carefully. Slowly, transparent bubbles appeared on the bowls and dishes. .

Bubbles, big and small, shine with colorful brilliance in the sunlight slanting in from the window, so beautiful! Then, I turned on the faucet and let the clear water rush. The water droplets splashed like countless transparent pearls, washing away the grease and residue. In the blink of an eye, the dishes came out of the bath clean. They are all radiant and look like new. They are so cute!

Did you know that there are many beautiful sounds playing during the dishwashing process: the sound of porcelain bowls

is crisp and clear, like a silver bell; the sound of iron pots is as rich as Ringing a bell; the sound of stainless steel cutlery is as loud as hitting brass! Just like this, the sound of running water shows off the different sounds of pots and pans, like a symphony full of beautiful melodies. This is the most beautiful music for labor!

The labor law has been lifted, and the shiny glaze of Xu’s dishes reflects my knowing smile - that smile is clearly a kind of pride, a kind of appreciation, and an appreciation of the fruits of labor. The joy; it also reflected my mother's happy smiling face - that smiling face was my satisfaction and praise. Essay on the Fun of Washing Dishes 10

Today, my mother was sick and asked me to help wash the dishes.

I was worried and thought: I have only known how to serve dishes and eat, but I have never washed the dishes. How can I wash them well? I thought again: If the dishes are not washed well, my mother will be angry. When my sister saw my frown, she covered her mouth with both hands and whispered into my ear: "Don't be afraid. If you don't know how, I'll teach you!" I mustered up the courage and thought: OK! I must wash the dishes. I got a basin of water and put the bowl in to wash. Unexpectedly, I washed it three times, but it still couldn't be cleaned. It always felt sticky to the touch. My sister touched the water and said, "Don't bother, cold water can't wash away the greasiness, you have to use hot water." I looked at the basin and smiled sheepishly.

I changed the basin of hot water. At first, I just turned the rag twice in the bowl and thought it was done. My sister touched the bowl and said, "No, there's still oil, so I have to wash it hard!" I muttered unhappily, "Why do you have to be so serious? You can do it carelessly. No matter how clean you wash it, you still have to use it at night!" He tapped my forehead with his hand and said, "Little lazy boy, let me teach you! Soak the bowl in water, grab the handle of the bowl with your left hand, hold the rag with your right hand, wrap the edge of the bowl, and turn it while washing. Like this , the inside and outside of the bowl will be clean!" My sister said as she washed one for me to see. I followed my sister's instructions, and sure enough, I washed a bowl. Then I washed the second one, and the third one... The more I washed, the cleaner and cleaner I became, and the happier I became. Finally, my sister said: "We must also wipe the bowls dry and wipe the table clean!" My sister is really good, so you have to listen to her. I filled another basin of water, wiped the bowls one by one, and wiped the table.

Looking at the dishes I washed, each one was bright, I was so happy! I didn’t expect that there is so much knowledge and so much fun in washing dishes! Essay on the Joy of Washing Dishes 11

The sound of running water flows slowly, making a beautiful sound, cleaning the greasy dishes one by one. Under the illumination of the light, the bubbles on the plate shine extremely brightly, with a fantasy color. An hour ago, looking at the mountains of dishes and chopsticks, I thought: "Mom has to go to work every day, and there are so many dishes to wash when she comes back at night. It's so hard. Why don't I come and help her today!"

I rolled up my sleeves and put the bowl into the sink. I dipped some dishwashing liquid in my hands and applied it on the dishes. Then I carefully wiped the inside and outside of the bowl with a rag, and then rinsed it with clean water. At this time, the oil stains on it slowly dissolved into the detergent. The whole bowl was slippery, like a loach, and I couldn't catch it.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and the bowl fell from my hand accidentally and fell on the cold ground. Suddenly, the entire bowl fell apart and the residue was scattered on the floor. My mother heard it and ran over quickly and asked, "What's wrong?" "I...I accidentally broke the bowl." I lowered my head and said quietly. "Be careful next time." My mother swept away the residue and warned me carefully. I nodded, and then carefully washed the remaining bowls.

In the second step, I washed it with clean water first, so the bubbles disappeared instantly and the heavy cotton-padded jacket before was gone. After a while, the dishes were sparkling, and when you wiped them gently, you could still hear a "creak" sound! Looking at these "trophies", I felt very happy.

I think: Even if it is a very common thing, as long as you do it with your heart and work hard, it will become a kind of enjoyment and fun.