Qiao's mother quickly prepared the sports vests for the whole class, and according to the color of garbage classification, Qiao Bao's class was assigned red, so the sports vests that Qiao's mother bought back were all red.

"Jo Poco knows what red represents?"

Qiao's mother and Qiao's father both changed into red sports vests, and they were watching Qiao Bao clumsily change clothes, and they didn't forget to answer Qiao's mother's words.

"Qiao Bao knows! Red, which represents hazardous waste! There is also green for food waste, blue for recyclables, and orange for other waste. ”

Qiao Bao counted with his fingers, holding a small shorts in one hand, and sat on the ground with a simple smile.

"By the way, Qiao Bao is awesome!"

Qiao's mother changed Qiao Bao into sneakers, took his hand and said, "Let's go, Qiao Bao, you and Dad have to work hard today!" Mom has to keep notes. ”

"Then mom has to come on, too!"

Qiao Bao waved his little fist and took Qiao's father's hand to take the lead in class.

The little babies in the class also put on the red sweatshirts prepared by Qiao's mother, and sat down separately as a family unit.

On the playground, the small colored flags are divided into four fields, each color, corresponding to each class of the small class.

"Okay, now, please line up, parents on the left, children on the right, follow me."

Holding a sign of Primary 1 and whistling, Qiao's mother led the parents and children to the playground and sat in a square surrounded by a small red flag.

Soon, the children and parents of the four classes were sitting on the playground, neatly and neatly.

The children are also very well-behaved, everyone is holding a small windmill of the same color as their own class, the breeze blows, the small windmill is turning with a brush, and the sound is crisp.

Qiao Bao looked at the small red windmill in his hand, tilted his head to look at it, and pouted and blew.

"Hello everyone! The weather is so nice today, are the children happy? ”

The principal walked to the middle of the playground, took the microphone, and said to the little pot friends: "In this sunny weather, we are going to hold an annual sports meeting, so, before that, let's warm up, right?" ”

The music sounded, it was a familiar breakfast song for the children, and the children suddenly came to their senses, put down the little windmill, lined up, walked to the open space in the middle of the playground, and began to do exercises.

"Dad, look at Mom!"

Qiao Bao was small and lined up at the back of the line, but his sparkling eyes saw the leader of the front row of each class.

And at the front of his class is his own mother Joe.

"Mom!"

Qiao's mother made a shush at Qiao Bao... Qiao Bao immediately closed his mouth obediently, kept up with the beat, and began to do exercises.

At the end of the warm-up exercises, the children hula like birds in flight, chirping, laughing and running to their parents.

And Qiao Bao pounced directly on Qiao's mother.

"That's right, Qiao Bao, the first game, you're here!"

Qiao's mother blinked, looking at Qiao Bao's suddenly frightened deer-like eyes, and was amused, "Who let you run out?" ”

"Ahh What's the first competition, mom I'm scared..."

Qiao Bao retreated before he could start the game.

"Don't be afraid, let's hear what the principal has to say."

Qiao's mother stood next to Qiao Bao with her arms, and the children from the other three classes who participated in the first event also followed their mother.

"Wow, everyone is so brave, I haven't even started to inspire, you all came out."

The principal applauded everyone with joy.