This morning, it was sunny. My father and I went downstairs to dry our quilts.
I took a blanket, and my father took three quilts. It's so powerful! It seems that I need more exercise. I need more than my father.
When I arrived downstairs, my father put on the quilt, and I watched it downstairs. Dad went upstairs to cook. I read a book with a little friend. We saw stories like "the 38th line", "late", "childhood frog fun" and so on. After drying the quilt for more than an hour, I took a bamboo stick to pat the quilt, because there was a lot of dust in it, and my arm was sore. Finally, I took it upstairs one by one.
Today, I slapped the quilt and went upstairs with it on my back. It's really exciting!