Saturday is Women's Day. On Thursday afternoon, the teacher said, "Tomorrow, everyone will bring an egg and love it like a mother." Then fry the eggs and give them to our mother, because the day after tomorrow is Women's Day. "

The next day, the students all brought an egg. These eggs are all kinds, some are duck eggs and some are eggs. These eggs are round and flat, and they feel smooth. Most of them are black meat, and one is white. These eggs really look like planes.

Physical education class is the most vulnerable time for eggs. I should treat eggs as "baby" and take on the responsibility of being a mother. I carefully put the "baby" in my pocket. The teacher gave us a 90-degree and 180-degree rotation and patted the ball. However, a ball flew like an arrow and was about to hit my "baby". Sweat fell like a broken line. I leaned aside and the "arrow" flew behind me like lightning. Fortunately, I protected my "baby" quickly. At that time, I seemed to remember the scene of hens hatching eggs. The egg hatched a chicken.

This time, I succeeded in protecting eggs, and more than 20 students failed. I looked up on my way to school. The sky is exceptionally blue and the sun is exceptionally warm. I seem to see my mother's bright smile.