I believe

On Saturday, when the east was just white, I got up early as usual. My mother and I finished grooming, I was so excited to walk around the house, it seems that there are a lot of small rabbits in the heart.

Today, I will experience selling newspapers as a young reporter of the Yangtse Evening News. I put on my red press suit, hung up my press card, put on my press hat, and looked and looked in the mirror, feeling very proud.

My mother and I hurried to the school, a school gate, saw a lot of small reporters and parents equipped with us, they and I, each face excited like a big red apple. We entered the activity room in an orderly manner.

The teacher told us in detail how to sell newspapers. Each newspaper costs one yuan, 20 copies per person. The teacher handed out the ink-scented newspaper to us.

My mother and I quickly divided the newspaper and got ready to rush to the market. The teacher said, "Let's go!" And added, "The first 6 back can be rated as a small newspaper sales king!"

Like an arrow from the string, we rushed out of the school gate and ran to the place of sale in our mind. Some go to the Lotus rhyme food market, some go to the lotus rhyme new village, and some choose the Lianfeng Square...

I and a few small reporters came to Lianfeng Square. Along the way, every time we met a person, we would run over and say enthusiastically: "Uncle (aunt), we are a small reporter of the Yangtze Evening News, we are here to sell newspapers today, one yuan a copy, you buy a copy."

At first, some people not only did not buy newspapers, but also blamed them: "How can you come out to work at such a young age?" After saying that, he turned his head and left, and I really felt wronged after hearing this. But we were not discouraged, as the saying goes: "As long as the effort is deep, the iron club is ground into a needle." We kept asking, one by one, and finally, an uncle bought my first newspaper! I immediately felt like a ball of inflated air and pumped up my strength.

After a period of effort, a newspaper was sold from my hand. Some aunts also complimented me on my small ambition.

When the last newspaper was bought by the gray-haired old man, my mother and I were thrilled. Quickly ran back to school, along the way found many uncles and aunts in the hands are holding the "Yangtse Evening Post", I understand that there are many students sold out.

I sped up and ran to the meeting place, there were more than 10 people back, I and "little newspaper king" passed by, I feel very pity. But also feel a little pleased: I for the first time through their own labor, in exchange for the first bucket of life "gold".

Unforgettable ah, this newspaper selling activity, my mother said, maybe this will be the wealth of my life.

I believe it.Today, I will experience selling newspapers as a young reporter of the Yangtse Evening News. I put on my red press suit, hung up my press card, put on my press hat, and looked and looked in the mirror, feeling very proud.