The introduction of how to write "Ode to Childlike Innocence and Model Workers" is as follows:
In the streets and alleys, hard-working people can be seen everywhere. Today is Labor Day, a holiday that belongs to them.
I was standing on the balcony, feeling the warmth of the sun, when suddenly the sound of a machine broke through the morning silence. I looked downstairs dissatisfied - it turned out to be a gardener pruning the leaves.
"Why are you making such a noise!" I returned to the room irritably, closed the window, and turned on the TV.
The cheerful music came from the speakers, it was the song "Labor is the Most Glorious", "The sun shines brightly, the rooster sings three times. The flowers wake up, and the birds are busy dressing up. The little magpie Building a new house, the little bees are busy gathering honey..." I hummed unconsciously. Although it is already a very old children's song, it sounds different today.
My heart gradually became immersed in the music, and those vivid characters jumped out of my mind. I suddenly remembered the gardener. That was an old man whom I had met before. He would come here every three or four months. His hair has turned gray and his face is covered with wrinkles, but he still works at his job.
I came to the balcony again, and suddenly I felt that the sharp machine sound was no longer harsh, but became pleasant to my ears. I mustered up the courage and shouted loudly to the garden worker below: "Grandpa, Happy Labor Day!"
The old man stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at me, kindly A smile.
This smile reminds me of my grandparents in the countryside. Grandma and grandpa are farmers. They have worked in the fields for many years, and their hands are covered with thick calluses. However, they don’t know how to rest, so they continue to work day and night. Every time I come to the countryside during the summer vacation, my grandma always smiles kindly and takes out all the delicious food.
I just enjoyed the food carefree and never thought about the hardships of my grandma and grandpa hoeing the fields under the scorching sun. At that moment, my eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of clouds, and there was a little crystal surging. Among the crystals, it reflected the scene of my grandma sweating profusely under the scorching sun...
I I also think of those people who contribute silently at the lowest level of society. Without them, would we have the comfortable life we ??have now? The answer is yes - no! Although they are humble, they have a great heart. Without restraint and money, I only want to work for a happy life, and also to create a happy life for others.
Today is Labor Day. Let us sincerely wish the workers with a grateful heart: Happy Labor Day! To the unknown people, thank you! It is because of you that we can be happy. Life, thank you!