Who knows that every Chinese food is a hard narrative?

"Who knows that every grain in a meal is hard? Who knows that every grain of a meal is hard? " This is a poem by Li Shen. It tells people to cherish and save food. I read an article about thrift today, and I was deeply touched. This story is called "A Coin", and its content is as follows: once an Englishman and a Jew were looking for a job that suited them. When they were walking in the street, they saw a hard coin on the ground. The Englishman left without looking, but the Jew picked it up excitedly. Two years later, when they first met, the Jews had become big bosses, while the British were still looking for jobs. The Englishman didn't understand this and said, "How can a loser like you get rich so quickly?" The Jew said, "Because I will cherish every penny, and you don't even want a dollar coin, how can you get rich?" It tells us. It tells us that wealth is accumulated bit by bit, we should cherish every penny and grain, we should form the habit of thrift, and we should not waste money and grain. Having said that, I thought about my behavior in life. I still remember that before, I went out with my mother and bought some beautiful things, whether they were useful or not. That time, I asked my mother to buy me a bear toy, which cost me 50 yuan. From now on, I will never spend money recklessly. On another occasion, my mother spent a lot of time cooking a big dinner for me. Because I ate a lot of snacks, my stomach couldn't hold on any longer. I lost my temper because I don't think my mother's cooking is as delicious as that in the restaurant. I threw all the plates into the trash can. Now I think about it, I feel ashamed! Students, we should keep these historical missions in mind and carry forward the virtues of diligence and thrift of the Chinese nation. From today, from now on, let's form the good habit of thrift, have this beautiful quality and be an excellent pupil! "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?" The ancients said, "When weeding is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard. " This poem has been ringing in my ears. The past has merged into an ocean of my memory. In my heart, there are several silvery white waves every time. Let me remember them and cherish them. Let me realize the true meaning and fun of life. I remember once, when I was eating, I didn't eat much because the food was not delicious. My father saw the rice in my bowl and said earnestly, "Food is hard to come by, so you should cherish it!" " It is very hard for farmers to grow these grains. "Then, my father told me how the farmer's uncle planted rice, and said that he would take me to the fields and feel the hard work of the farmer's uncle. The fields are green, just like green blankets. On this green blanket, many people are busy doing farm work, some are plowing, some are picking seedlings, and some are ... look. He took out turquoise seedlings from a strange board and scattered them in the ground to let them grow on their own. Every time he scatters a handful of seedlings, the sweat on his arm flies to the field with the seedlings. In addition, there is a farmer's mother-in-law weeding. Her mother-in-law bent down gently and touched those dirty weeds and sludge with clean hands. Although the weeds have been removed, she still got her clean hands dirty. The burning sun shines on the back of every farmer. Sweat soaked every one of their clothes, and every farmer came out of the field covered in mud and sweat. Suddenly, I saw a 60-year-old man working in the field. He bent down and stood up and stretched for about five or six minutes, and kept beating his waist with his hand. The scorching sun, his sweat dripping in the field. At this moment, I can't help thinking about it. Sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows, every meal is very hard. " I remember grandpa told me before that they often ate some bark and wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger when they were young. It would be nice if someone could fill their stomachs with coarse grains. At that time, grandpa's greatest wish was to eat enough and eat a bowl of white rice as a meal. After listening to his words, I suddenly realized that I decided to cherish food and not waste it. "For the sake of food, scholars chanted a touching poem" Every grain is hard "over and over again. In the future, whenever I eat delicious rice, I can't help but think of the food that the farmer's uncle sweated for. Let's cherish this farmer's hard work and sweat.