1. What are the sentences that describe "the hard work of migrant workers"?
The sentences that describe "the hard work of migrant workers" are as follows:
1. A place not far away Here, there is a migrant worker working. He wears a turban on his head. His eyebrows are long and black. His eyes are a bit small and narrowed into slits under the sun. His nose is big and his beard is long. He was long, with a towel hanging around his neck. He used it to wipe his sweat when it was warm. He was wearing short sleeves and holding a hoe in his hand. In his field, he hoeed a lot of grass, and his head was covered with sweat.
2. From a distance, the wheat seedlings grow densely and neatly, like a fluffy green carpet flattened by Sichuan tailors. The light brown field stems are intertwined in warp and weft, just like the colorful patterns in the green carpet, beautiful and elegant. The breeze blows, and the wheat seedlings sway gently, as if they are energized and ready to rush upward with all their strength.
3. The person driving the wheat harvester opened the channel for transporting wheat, and the golden wheat followed the slope and reached the big truck. Two migrant workers are responsible for plowing and shoveling the wheat. After a while, the wheat harvester will make a big detour and come back to repeat the completed steps many times.
4. When using a sickle to harvest wheat, wear a straw hat on your head, hold the sickle in your right hand, bend your back to the sky, face the loess, grab the wheat with your left hand, and after harvesting, hook the knife forward and hook it in front. He plundered the wheat again, put it behind his back after he couldn't hold it with his left hand, continued to pluck, and put it on the pile again until he could tie a sheaf of wheat, tied it with a rope made of wheat straw, and then continued to pluck the next sheaf.
5. In the past, this season was the happiest time for migrant workers, because eating new wheat meant that they would not be hungry for a whole year. Tired, that exhausted look is heartbreaking, but they are happy from the bottom of their hearts. A good harvest is their biggest expectation.
6. When the strong autumn and summer winds intoxicate the golden wheat waves, the migrant workers who cannot bear the loneliness begin to grind the fields. Against the background of frost and cooking smoke, the cheerful chug of tractors is heard in the scorching sun. Play next.
7. Migrant workers walked to big cities anxiously with dreams, and worked dangerously on high-rise buildings in the cold wind and scorching sun. They were never afraid of wind and rain. They just smile and face everything calmly, because they also have dreams in their hearts. They hope to create wealth and change their own destiny with their hard-working hands.
8. Day after day, year after year, the faces of migrant workers gradually become thinner, and the veins on their hands are clearly visible. No matter how bad the conditions are and how hard the work is, farmers will persevere because they know that only labor can get them out of the countryside and away from poverty. After all, labor creates a better future.
9. Migrant workers are the main force in urban construction; migrant workers are skilled craftsmen in urban beautification; migrant workers are hard-working pioneers.
10. He is a very ordinary farmer, simple, humble and taciturn. Judging from the vertical wrinkles on his face and his kind eyes, the pain of poverty in the past once weighed down his waist.
11. The old man is an authentic old farmer: bald and dark-skinned; he is wearing a homespun double-breasted jacket that is rare to see in the city, and his trousers are as big as buckets; a red cloth hanging from his waist is inserted diagonally. The dry tobacco pipe of the tobacco bag will sway back and forth when you move a little bit, which is very eye-catching.
12. There is a migrant worker working in the field not far away. He wears a turban on his head. His eyebrows are long and black, and his eyes are a little small. Under the sunlight, His nose was narrowed to a slit, his nose was big, his beard was long, a towel hung around his neck, and he used it to wipe his sweat when it was warm. He was wearing short sleeves and holding a hoe in his hand. In his field, he hoeed a lot of grass, and his head was covered with sweat.
13. I have a great father called a "migrant worker". The mountains are his backbone, the cattle are his companions, and the deep furrows bear the traces of his years. His sweat burned the hot land, and his wrinkles piled up my future.
14. For migrant workers, labor is wealth. Only by continuous labor can they continue to have abundant harvests. Therefore, they work to stay away from poverty and work so that people can eat food.
15. Migrant workers carry the sun and moon on their shoulders, turn the world around with their hands, and grow food for more than one billion people in China with their hard-working hands. They are poor and simple yet tenacious and optimistic. It is really not easy. 2. Text describing migrant workers
I am the barefooted and shirtless migrant worker you wrote about; I am the one squatting under your house (or office building), doing nothing to you. That migrant worker is interested in his clothes and walking posture, but just stares at you with his two-colored eyes. I am also the migrant worker you think loves to take advantage of me.
I am illiterate and uneducated, so I don’t know whether it is appropriate to call you Miss. I'm stupid, you have to forgive me! But I have good eyes and am not color blind. Green is green and blue is blue. I don’t understand what green is like blue means.
Haha, miss, please stop scolding me for being illiterate. However, it doesn’t matter if you scold me. Am I illiterate to begin with? Miss Lu Rulan, first of all, on behalf of the 900 million farmers, I would like to thank you for your praise of us, thank you for understanding our value, and thank you for thinking of our difficult situation. Once again, I would like to thank you on behalf of our brothers and sisters in the city.
Yes, we built your tall buildings with our days; your flat roads were solidified with our blood and sweat; your beautiful lakes were dredged by our tears. We stare at the scorching sun and work in the wind and snow; we endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and our lives are like straw; we do the hardest, most tiring, and dirtiest work, eat the worst, worst, and least nutritious food, and live in the most dangerous and messy place.
These are what you see and feel. You come to praise us on this point, saying how "noble" we are, "hard-working" and "obscure".
However, Miss Lu Rulan, in fact we are not as noble and peaceful as you say. Do you think we are willing to be so "noble"? Are you saying that we are useless if we are not "obscure"? So what if I don't "settle down"? We have no choice in order to survive.
We can only go into the city, eat the food you don’t eat, and do the work you don’t do. Even if the money is small, we still strive to do it. Even if there is a danger of not being paid at the end of the year, we must do it.
This is not the nobility of our souls, this is the pressure of survival and the choice of survival. Why! If there is no way, who calls us migrant workers? I am also 20 this year, and I am the same age as you. Of course, I am not as lucky as you - you are not a migrant worker.
I was driven to the city by my father with a rolling pin when I was 16 years old. I think my grades were very good back then. If our family had been rich, I might be a cultural person now. But I don’t have that fate.
I have cried too, but life does not believe in tears, especially the tears of the poor. I can only bow to my fate, drop out of school and work as a migrant worker in the city.
Just like that, I came to your city with a snakeskin bag on my back and a torn cotton-padded jacket. Miss Lu Rulan, I apologize to you for polluting your field of vision with my bare feet and upper body. I apologize to you for sleeping on the street and affecting the city's beautiful image. I apologize to all you city dwellers.
Although I am a migrant worker, I am also a human being! I also have my own self-esteem. Do you think I am willing to bare my feet and expose my upper body? There is nothing I can do! Green as Miss Blue.
I have worn that shabby summer coat for more than 10 days. I really can’t take it off and wash it today. I really have no other clothes to change into. I don’t dare to wear a big cotton-padded jacket, for fear of being arrested as a lunatic. Your urban management uncles and aunts like to find reasons to arrest us.
Miss Lu Rulan, I promise that I will buy clothes as soon as my salary is paid. I promise not to pollute your clean sight at that time. Miss Lan, I have indeed looked at you lustfully many times.
But you are too beautiful. I am not a saint, and I can't resist the temptation. It is undeniable that I have lusted over urban beauties like you.
Yes, we also say some nasty things. I apologize for this to you and the beauties I have sexually assaulted.
But, Miss Lan, you have to be considerate of me. After all, I am also a man, and I am in my 20s. I also have normal ***! I should vent my anger, otherwise I might commit a crime.
The ancients used plum blossoms to quench their thirst. Let us learn from the wisdom of the ancients and look at beautiful women to quench our thirst. Because, I am a migrant worker, and I can’t be like some rich and educated people who can keep Xiaomi as a lover; nor can I be like some city people who have enough money to find a young lady; of course, we are not qualified to find a prostitute like many college students. *, often watch pornographic discs, play pornographic games, and even use their parents’ hard-earned money to find young ladies.
We can't do it. We need money but no money, and we need culture but no culture. We can only do it in this "obscene" way. Look at you beauties wearing sexy clothes to vent your sexual desires. Miss Rulan, just be patient, just learn from Lei Feng, and take care of this little pervert like me.
I admit that my quality is low. Of course, there are still some migrant workers like me. Those of us spit everywhere, cross the road, and are full of swear words... I solemnly apologize to you again. But Miss Rulan, you have to understand us, we have no culture! How many of these people have graduated from junior high school? We have the right to receive nine years of compulsory education, but we do not have the money to enjoy compulsory education. Of course, we are not qualified to enjoy the qualifications of failing the college entrance examination.
But we still have the idea of ????making progress, as long as you give me a chance and give me hope. So Miss Rulan, please give us a little more understanding and care from you city dwellers, and a little less contempt and indifference.
When we spit, we can patiently tell us that it will pollute the environment; when we cross the road, we can kindly remind us how dangerous it will be; when we are full of swear words, we can tell us with a smile How indecent are we... At the same time, I admit that I am the one who has lost the farmers, but you cannot doubt whether you should respect the simple, kind and hard-working farmers just because I and a few farmers are scum. To all the migrant workers brothers and sisters of the entire Chinese nation.
Can you deny that there are no such moths among you cultural people? They may be worse than us.
If we have a lustful heart, we may not necessarily have a lustful heart. Some of you may not be like this: they wear suits and ties, and are elegant, but they are female compatriots who work as partners; not to mention those officials who serve the people wholeheartedly, they make reports during the day and look for girls at night , let’s not talk about it, is it a personal matter? But they used the people's money; the future college students of the motherland collectively protested and said they were dedicating themselves to art.
Of course, I believe this is only a small part of you. After all, you are the backbone of our country and our hope? We firmly believe that most of you are kind and responsible. We believe in you and adore you as always.
So, I apologize to you for breaking your heart; I am more for the people. 3. Poems describing farmers' labor scenes
Best answer 1. "Compassion for the Farmers"
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat dripped from the soil. Who would have thought that every meal on the plate is hard work?
2. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat"
Bai Juyi
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The women carry a mat to eat, and the children carry a pot of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
The feet are full of heat and rustic, and the back is scorching with the light of the sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
There is a poor woman again, with her baby in her arms. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket.
Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. When all the taxes on the family fields are exhausted, this is left to satisfy the hunger.
What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees. The salary of an official is three hundred shi, and Yan has a surplus of food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"
Tao Yuanming
Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"
Fan Chengda
Working in the fields by day and planting hemp at night,
Children of the village Everyone is in charge.
The children and grandchildren have not yet left for farming and weaving.
They also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree.
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Work as the sun rises and rest as the sun sets
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The morning stars are gathering in the wilderness.
Dai Yuehe returns with a hoe
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The spring silkworms will not run out until the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will not dry up
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The foot is full of rustic summer weather, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky light
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Embroidery is colorful and weak threads are added, and six pipes are blown to move the fly ash