The composition of Another Saturday is 500 words.

When I got home, the door opened and I couldn't wait to get out. Wow, the little master's home is really beautiful! The interior decoration is clean and tidy, and the outdoor scenery is picturesque. Look, the little master Wei Zi stretched himself and felt lazy and refined.

By the way, I must introduce myself first. I am a duckling, born in July this year.

Another Sunday, I got up early and ran around, and finally stayed up until 7 o'clock.

Hey, isn't young master going to the teacher's house? How ... hey, this family is really lazy. I squeaked a few times and tried to wake up the "little slacker", but after 15 minutes, nothing happened. Instead, the mother began to call her daughter: "Jiayi, Jiayi, get up quickly, you will be late!" " "Master wearing two thick slippers went downstairs and slowly looked at his watch. Still 15 minutes. She dressed in a hurry. Dad also hurried downstairs. The young master grabbed the bag, threw off his slippers and left home with his father. I'm depressed: it's bad luck to come to this "lazy" home and wake them up every day in the future.

10: 35, the young master came back happily in his father's car. "Daughter, come back." Mother and daughter say hello. The little host "hmm", threw the bag on the table, put on slippers and stood in front of the refrigerator. I came out of my nest and saw drinks and fruits in the refrigerator. She took out a bottle of juice first, hesitated, put it back, took out another bottle of juice, screamed and drank it.

At lunch, the young master filled a little rice, walked to the living room in three steps, and immediately grabbed the remote control with his father. The young master is domineering, the father is furious, and the father and daughter are flushed for the remote control. Half an hour has passed, and I still can't tell the winner from the loser. Finally, the young master didn't read "Family with Children", and neither did dad's "Today's Securities". The young master blew a few mouthfuls of cigarettes and poured me the rest of the batter. Hum, I'm so angry. Can't you give me some food?

In the evening, the young master stopped talking to his father, but sat in front of the computer with a bottle of drink and clicked the mouse crazily.

Another Sunday, the young master is still the same: happy, lazy, living a princess-like life, with princess-like charm.