擦书桌暑假虽然离我远去了，可我在暑假中擦书桌的情景却深深地刻在我的脑海里。
那是暑假的一个下午，遥辣的太阳照射着大地，知了也在树上不停地叫，好像在说：“真热啊，真热啊！
”我想：爸爸。
妈妈上班真辛苦，我应该趁放暑假为他们减轻一点负担，尽一点我当女儿的孝心，把书桌擦干净。
说干就干，我找来了抹布。
盆子和洗衣粉，就学着妈妈的样子干了起来。
为了不使书弄湿，我先把书清理好放在凳子上。
然后打来一盆水，把抹布打湿后拧干，还撒了一点洗衣粉在桌面上，就用抹布擦起来。
先擦桌面，再擦桌子的边沿，上下左右也不放过。
擦了一遍，又擦第二遍。
经过努力，汗水虽然顺着脸颊流下来，可书桌却改变了模样。
我正想高兴，但仔细一瞧，书桌的右上角有个小黑点，它好像在嘲笑我：小主人，怎么样，把我无可奈何吧！
我想一定要把小黑点清除掉，让我的书桌变得漂亮。
于是，我用洗衣粉反复地擦，可小黑点还是一动不动。
怎么办，是前进还是后退？
我决定前进，便去请教爸爸，爸爸看了看小黑点，抚摸着我的头说：“孩子，那是油漆，要用酒精才能除掉它。
”于是，我找来了酒精，在爸爸的帮助下，小黑点被我征服了。
Wipe it once, and then a second time.
After hard work, sweat flowed down my cheeks, but my desk changed.
I just want to be happy, but look carefully, there is a small black spot in the upper right corner of the desk.
It seems to laugh at me: little master, how can I do nothing!
I think I must get rid of the little black spots to make my desk beautiful.
So, I used the washing powder to wipe it repeatedly, but the little black spot was still motionless.
What to do, forward or backward?
When I decided to move forward, I went to ask my father.
He looked at the little black spot, stroked my head and said, "boy, it's paint.
It needs alcohol to get rid of it.
" So, I found alcohol, with the help of my father, I conquered the little black spot.
我看着干净的书桌，整齐的书籍，疲劳早已飞到了九霄云外。
I look at the clean desk, neat books, fatigue has already flown to the sky.