i am living out in the country. My parents are farmers. There are naturally many fields at home. During the slack season, my mother talked with her neighbors about the harvest of the last season. When I was busy with farming, I went out early and came back late, and I was so tired that I was sweating, but my tired face could not conceal my inner joy. Our mother. Why? Mother said, "This year is another bumper harvest!" Harvest, what a happy word, behind the harvest, is the hard work of parents, and now it is the season of wheat harvest, which is not, I also realized the happiness in labor.
On Sunday, my parents went out early to collect wheat at home, leaving me to cook at home. It's almost noon and my parents haven't come back yet. I'll give them water and food. I saw in the field that a harvester was working in the wheat field, and my parents were as busy as a bee. I watched it for a while and was busy for a while. I brought my father water and casually asked, "Dad, are you tired?" Dad said, "Can you not be tired?" You can see that these foods have energy. "At one o'clock, my parents came back with a cart full of food. I shouted, "So much wheat!" "Mom and dad smiled. Before they even had time to eat, they began to take the wheat to the top of the bungalow to dry. I also went to help them. A bag of wheat doesn't look heavy, but it's not light to lift. I can't carry it. Finally, I had to use a tray to drag the wheat from here to there. After only a few meters, I was tired. Finally, I had to spread them out, but at this time the tools just broke down and I could only come bit by bit. I'm so tired, I just sat on the wheat this time. I couldn't stop screaming: "I quit, quit, I'm exhausted." Mom said, "Hold on a little longer." Okay! Success belongs to the persevering. I finally scattered all the wheat. I was lying on the wheat and smelled fresh wheat. The sun shone hard on my face, and I didn't want to move, but I thought to myself, "Although I am tired, I am really happy.
About describing the scene of parents' labor, the first article is required to be 200 words:
I have been busy for half a semester and finally ushered in the summer vacation. I have long planned to relax this summer vacation, and then I will do other things. With the growth of age, I am a little worried and tired of doing everything. As a student, I am under pressure in my study. Where are my parents? It is even harder. It is difficult for children to earn money when they go to school and study in different places. Sometimes I can't imagine how tired my parents are. When I got home, I deeply realized that doing housework all day is also a kind of irritability. Then I'll help my parents do it!
There are guests at home, and jiaozi is the most traditional way for China people to express their welcome to their guests. I can roll dumplings, but it's a little slow. My mother rolls them every time. This time, I rolled them up. At first, they were fine. They are quite round and of moderate thickness. Ten minutes later, my wrist hurts. I always want to lift them and shake them, but I look at them. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Finally, I gritted my teeth and rolled it out. Don't mention how tired I am. I have a backache. It's plain!
It seems that this job is really tiring! When I was young, I only knew how to eat, and I didn't think of the hard work of people who worked. Now I just woke up from a dream. I can't always let my mother wait on me. Seeing my mother's wisps of white hair, I was infinitely disappointed. My youth was bought with my parents' aging. In the future, I will share more housework for my parents and reduce their living burden. With the coming of the Spring Festival, there is a lot of work and clothes to be washed at home. I helped my mother wash clothes, and she came out of the washing machine and washed it again. I went to hang them on the clothesline and work with my mother. I felt very happy. We talked and laughed, and it ended before we knew it. This is the joy of work.
I remember learning a text called labor is the most glorious, and I realized that loving labor is a sign of one's progress. I will love labor more, experience life in labor and enjoy the joy of life in labor.
Part II: Get close to parents and feel the experience.
During the National Day holiday, our school organized the activity of "Walking into Parents and Feeling Experience". The purpose of this activity is to let students feel the hardships of their parents' labor, let students experience life in practice and record their true feelings. Actively integrate into the family, interact, strengthen family experience, and learn to be grateful. In this activity, the students took part in various activities. Some students wash their parents' feet, some cook for their parents, some do housework for their parents, and some go to the place where their parents work. This activity caused a great response among the students, and the students all had a profound experience. They wrote in the article: "... tonight, I washed my mother's feet." Only then did I realize that it was my mother's feet that accompanied me through the ups and downs. In this world, my parents love us far more than we love them ... I'm so tired that my back hurts. At this moment, I can't help thinking that my mother is so tired and hard at work. In the future, I will help my mother work more, study hard and repay them ... ""... I can't help feeling sad. My father gets up early and comes home late every day. It's too difficult for him to do so much and so tired work! Too hard! The money we spend is earned by the blood and sweat of our parents ... "From the article, we can see the feelings of children. Through this activity, the children all felt the hardships of their parents' labor, and they were determined to study hard to repay their parents' selfless love. Parents also gave great support to our activities. They said: "This activity is very meaningful, which brings the distance between home and school closer and reflects the diversity of education in our school. "
Chapter III: Parents' Labor Day
It's May Day again. I still remember what my mother said to me when I was a child: Labor Day is a day to work.
1980 "may day", I am in grade one of primary school. I always wanted to play at that time, but my mother said, "I haven't finished the work in the field yet." If you don't do it, what will you eat next year? " What to wear? Spend what? "
This is not a problem that an 8-year-old child should consider. I saw the village chief's Akiko playing marbles, and my father's town chapter was rolling iron rings. In those games, I know what happiness is.
So, I sat on the ground and muttered, "The school holiday on Labor Day is for us to play." However, my mother soon twisted my ear and dragged me to work in the field.
In a blink of an eye, I was in the third year of high school in the county. In order to prepare for the college entrance examination, the school will not have a holiday on May Day.
In a few years, my mother was obviously old, and hyperosteogeny and rheumatism also found her. The doctor said that mother's illness was due to overwork. Once I asked my father who worked in the city to go home, but my mother refused. She said, what do you pay for going to school? I said, it's a big deal not to study. Mother was angry and twisted my ear on tiptoe.
I wanted to go home and help my mother, so I asked the teacher for leave and begged again and again, and the teacher agreed. At noon, I returned to the village. Mom is still very happy to see me. Lunch is very rich, with fish, scrambled eggs and a plate of vegetables. These are my favorite foods.
After dinner, my mother asked, how much does the school charge? How much is the living expenses? It turned out that my mother thought I was going home to get the money.
"I came back to help my family." As soon as my words came out, my mother's face was clouded: "The college entrance examination next month. Why don't you review well? " ! Go back to school! "Mom didn't twist my ear this time. She knew she couldn't reach it. She drove me back to school with a broom.
My parents provided me with schooling for many years, which exhausted my hard work and savings. 1993, finally got the first salary in life, and also ushered in the familiar and unfamiliar Labor Day.
My father is still working in other places. I know the address and want to surprise my father. I went to that city, asked many people, changed trains many times, and didn't touch my father's shed until it was dark. Many shirtless migrant workers are playing cards and chess in the shed. One worker said that his father went to the riverside park outside the construction site to pick up cans.
I looked for my father along the river. Under the dim street light, I saw my father walking with his head down with a cement bag on his back, so I gave a cry. Father turned his head, rubbed his eyes and saw me.
I said, "Dad, after a tiring day in broad daylight, why did you come out to pick up cans?" I can make money, you don't have to work so hard. "
"Today is Labor Day, and the construction site is on holiday, so I will come out to pick up these things." Father nagged.
I said, "Just have a good rest on holiday." Father took a handful of change from his pocket and said, "Rest is unpaid. You see, these things sold more than 30 pieces a day. " When you get married, I will resign ... "
I turned my head, tears streaming down my face. I hope all the children in the world can understand the meaning of "the crow feeds back, and the lamb kneels and milks".
Article 4: Hard work is beautiful.
I live in the countryside, and my family's economic conditions are passable. I often work with my parents. Although I am very tired, I think it is great to work with my parents.
It rained cats and dogs for several days during the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school. The earth seems to have lost its vitality and is in a depression. My field is low-lying, and the cotton stalks in the field must have fallen down.
After the heavy rain, the weather was clear and there were no clouds in Wan Li. Early in the morning, my parents and I went to the field. The cotton stalks in the field were really amazing and terrible. My parents started to work, and I soon got into the labor of holding cotton stalks.
The cotton stalk hasn't passed my chest yet. After I righted the fallen cotton stalk, I stepped on the soil at the root of the cotton stalk with my foot to make the cotton stalk stand firm. (with details)
The sun just smiled, but I was soaked to the skin. As soon as I bent down, the sweat as big as beans dripped on the cotton leaves, and as soon as I looked up, the branches of cotton plants sent cool air, which was very comfortable. (image, concrete. )
After lunch, it was even hotter, and I was a little tired and discouraged. But looking at the crooked cotton stalk, it seems to be shouting "help". That seemingly weak voice (expressionally) shocked me. I have to speed up my work. Finally, more than half of the labor tasks have been completed. My parents' task has been finished, and they are helping me at the other end of the field. Looking back at the cotton stalks standing in the field, how beautiful!
As soon as the sun went down, the task of three acres of land was completed. Looking around, the scene of a bumper harvest seems to be just around the corner. I seem to see white flowers hanging on cotton stalks, and the field seems to have turned into a silver ocean. The association here expresses a happy and beautiful mood after finishing the work. ) oh, how beautiful!
On the way home, my parents said happily, "Fenger has grown up and can work." My heart is full of joy.
Article 5: These are a bit like diaries. Summarize it yourself.
Today is Sunday, and it is also the day for our family to clean up. On this day, our whole family is very busy. Because on weekends, the house is really dirty.
You must get up early in the morning, without exception. The work assignment at home is very suitable. The heavier work is done by my father, the medium work is done by my mother, and the lightest work is left to me.
Dad's job is to clean the glass and mop the floor. Dad mopping the floor is particularly interesting. Dad always mops the floor three or four times. He said, "Do it or do it completely." He filled the bucket first, then washed the clean mop again and again until he was satisfied, then wriggled the mop unhurriedly, and finally mopped the floor carefully. "Look at how hard * * * works, learn from me!" Dad said seriously. Every time I see him like this, my mother and I laugh. I say from time to time, "We are not learning from you! You work too hard. If you want to learn from you, you have to kill us! " Mother's job is to wash our clothes. Standing by the washing machine for several hours every day, squatting in front of the washtub, soon, she will have a backache, but she never complains, never mentions it to us, and always endures it. I just clean the furniture. I washed the dishcloth first, then carefully cleaned the furniture, and then proudly told my mother that the work of * * * was very heavy and tired, and asked her for the money for cleaning the furniture. I would say, "Mom, look! How tired my work is! Pay the salary soon! " I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Mom is very tired at work, but she never asks us for money. My job is simple. I have to ask my mother for money. I'm really ashamed. Sometimes I will wipe it carefully, and sometimes I will be lazy. Originally, the house was very dirty, but it became so clean after these three hands in my house. Look, this is our family's cleaning on Sunday. We are all very happy.
My father is enjoying his contribution seriously, my mother is watching me do my own laundry, and I am counting my salary. All three of us laughed at each other.
On Wednesday afternoon, the school held a general cleaning because the mayor came to inspect it on Thursday morning.
Some of our classes sweep the floor, some clean the table, some clean the windows, and some clean the area. We are so busy that we are sweating. I clean the table. I clean the podium table first, because the teacher uses it every day, so I clean it thoroughly. Then, I clean the table with a book. I'll put the books in order first, and then clean the table. After cleaning, I smiled
After cleaning, the students sat in the classroom they cleaned and smiled.
Thoroughly clean up
Song Shan, Class Two, Grade Three, Datong Road Primary School, Yuzhong District, Chongqing
June 65438+June 0999 Friday sunny.
Look, what is everyone busy doing in the classroom? It turns out that everyone is doing a general cleaning.
Teacher Li first divided us into several groups, some sweeping the floor, some cleaning the blackboard, some cleaning the windows, some mopping the floor and some cleaning the table. ...
As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the students rushed to the cleaning utensils storage to get the cleaning utensils. Everyone took the tools they needed and began to work with all their might. While we were sweeping the floor, the mopping students went to wash the mop. We had just finished sweeping the floor when our classmates came back. The water dripping from the mop in their hands is crystal clear Betty Wong and I rushed over and I said, "You're just in time. We just finished sweeping. " Betty Wong urged me to say, "What are you talking about? Let them in quickly! " After several of us entered the classroom, they took turns mopping the floor, and Betty Wong and I sprinkled water.
How energetic Lion is mopping the floor! Look at him holding the mop rod firmly with his hands and lunging forward with his feet. Push the mop forward and then pull it back, one push and one pull, one tandem. After a long time, we saw Lion still mopping the floor. Wu Liang said to him, "Go sit and have a rest, and we'll mop the floor." Lion stopped and said, "It's okay. I'm not tired. I can postpone it for a while. " Then he mopped the floor again. I saw the sweat like soybeans flowing downwards. He is really tired. At our repeated requests, he only rested for a few minutes. He came running again with two buckets full of water. He put a bucket of water on the ground. Carry another bucket of water in your left hand and a cloth in your right. Then wet the cloth and pinch the water on the cloth to the ground. He just sprinkles water over and over again.
Today is Sunday. When I got up in the morning, my mother said, "The house is really dirty. Let's have a big cleaning! " "My father and I said with one voice," good! "
The cleaning began, and my mother assigned tasks to my father and me. Mother cleaned the dust on the roof herself with a broom, and then she cleaned the floor. After sweeping the floor, she wet it with a mop and dragged it on the floor. Dad sweeps the floor in the bathroom with a broom first, and then he mops the floor with a mop. He also tried his best to do the work. Grandpa saw it and helped with the housework. He threw useless things into the trash can, and then, when there was more garbage, he took it out and threw it into the trash can outside.
I tidy my little room. I also clean with a broom first. Then, I mop the floor. The mop wandered around my small room and soon made my small room spotless. Then, I began to tidy the small room. I'll tidy up everything on the table first. I tidied up the things on the bed again. I folded the quilt neatly and pulled the blanket up. I checked it again. At this moment, I found some cobwebs in the corner in front of the bed. So, I took a clean broom to destroy the spider web.
After cleaning my small room, I went to grandpa's room to clean. Grandpa's room is as good as mine. Then, I will clean the stairs. I went downstairs with a broom and dustpan. I put the dustpan under it and ran upstairs to sweep it from above. I sweep the stairs step by step with a broom. Finally, I cleaned all the stairs. Then, I mopped the pedal on the stairs.
Finally, our home has become a beautiful and tidy home. We all laughed.
Who has a piece describing the hard work of the farmer's uncle? Urgent! ! Weeding is at noon, sweating profusely. Who knows that every grain on the plate is hard to finish?
The taste of composition labor describes the experience of labor and tastes the taste of labor. The composition is for reference only.
I sneaked into my neighbor's corn to pick it. Who broke my corn? I watched my neighbor run home with an angry face ...
My partner accused me of stealing, and I was embarrassed to lift me up. I felt sweet and bitter when I bit the corn cob.
Secondly, my fourth aunt turned over a piece of land and asked her neighbors for some corn seeds. I water, mow the grass and take care of the exterminator. I want to rekindle my hopes and pin all my hopes on corn. I silently said: corn, corn, hurry up.
When the corn is ripe, I gently break off the corn cob. It feels sweet when you eat it. I solemnly give every hand a compliment to my sister. Everyone shouted: so sweet. That's so sweet. My eyes are full of tears of happiness.
Stop scolding me for stealing me.
Gorky said: Labor can create material wealth, spiritual wealth and false wishes, and everyone can work hard and taste the sweetness.
Some of the poems describing labor in the Book of Songs are about working people, such as "Cutting Tan" that we have learned in our Chinese textbook:
Kan Kan cut sandalwood, the river dried up, and the river was clear and rippling. No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops. No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county in Hu Zhaner's court? He is a gentleman, he is not a vegetarian!
Kan Kan is spreading, the river is flowing, and the river is clear and real. No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops, no crops. No hunting, no hunting, is there a special county in Hu Zhan's court? He is a gentleman, and he is not a vegetarian!
Kan Kan cut the wheel, the river flows, the river is clear, and the river is destroyed. No crops, no crops, no crops, no crops. No hunting, no hunting. Is there a county quail in Huzhanerting? He is a gentleman, but he is extraordinary!
There is also a famous song, selling charcoal Weng.
Bai Juyi
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.
There are also Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells", which are the abbreviations of Xin 'an official, Tongguan official, Shi Haoguan, marriage farewell, resignation and homelessness. These six poems were written by Du Fu in a planned and arranged way in March, 759, the second year of Gan Yuan. In March of that year, 600,000 troops of the Tang Dynasty were defeated by Yecheng, and the national situation was very critical. In order to quickly replenish troops, the rulers implemented an unrestricted, unorganized and inhuman policy of the Royal Air Force. Du Fu witnessed these phenomena with his own eyes and wrote these six poems with contradictory and painful feelings. This war is different from the belligerence in Tianbao period, and it is an effort to save the country and survive. Therefore, Du Fu, while profoundly exposing the darkness of military service, cursed "the end of heaven and earth is ruthless" and at the same time had to support this kind of military service; He not only sympathized with the people's sufferings, but also had to comfort and encourage those immature "middle-aged men" to go to the front with tears. Under the unbearable cruel oppression of the people, the wife advised her husband and mother to send their children to the battlefield one after another, and some elderly women even gave their lives. While exposing the cruelty of the ruling class, Du Fu praised the broad masses of the people with infinite sympathy and gratitude. "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" have different expressions. The so-called "three officials narrate with questions and answers, and three farewells are purely between the sender and the traveler." In Three Officials, Du Fu himself appeared because of the question and answer. In "Three Farewells", Du Fu did not appear, because the whole story is a monologue of the characters. From the literary origin, Three Officials and Three Farewells inherited the styles of The Book of Songs and Han Yuefu, inspired Bai Juyi's new Yuefu, and were the pinnacle of Du Fu's realistic creation.
It was a dark night, and there was a strong wind outside the window. After cleaning the classroom, I began to pack my schoolbag and prepare to go home. "Click-",there was a sudden thunder in the sky, followed by a downpour. My heart was black, I threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. Just as I was approaching the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes-my father and my mother, but both of them had only an umbrella in their hands. My mother smiled and said to me, "Your father and I came directly from the office without an umbrella." No, it's raining too hard. Both of them will get wet when they fight. I want to give this umbrella to Shi Hao. "Dad said quickly and held out his umbrella." I want to have a fight with my father. "Then I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held an umbrella in one hand and tried to hug my shoulder in the other. Three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the water mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.
Songs describing labor are the most glorious.
Sunshine jinliangliang
The cock sings three songs.
Flowers are awake.
The birds are busy dressing up.
The little magpie built a new house.
Little bees are busy picking honey.
Where does a happy life come from?
We must rely on labor to create.
Green Ye Er, red flowers.
Little butterfly is playful.
Do not love labor, do not love learning.
None of us have learned.
Build a new house like a magpie.
Learn from bees to collect honey.
The joy of labor is endless.
The creation of labor is the most glorious.
Words describing mother's labor words describing mother's hard work
The dawn dawned. Get up before dawn. Describe hard work or anxiety.
Wake up in the morning and wake up at night: get up. Get up early and go to bed late. Describe the effort.
Wear the moon and stars, and Dai Yue is overhead.
At the moment when my parents were in labor, I spent a busy half semester and finally ushered in the summer vacation. I have long planned to relax this summer vacation, and then I will do other things. With the growth of age, I am a little worried and tired of doing everything. As a student, I am under pressure in my study. Where are my parents? It is even harder. It is difficult for children to earn money when they go to school and study in different places. Sometimes I can't imagine how tired my parents are. When I got home, I deeply realized that doing housework all day is also a kind of irritability. Then I'll help my parents do it!
There are guests at home, and jiaozi is the most traditional way for China people to express their welcome to their guests. I can roll dumplings, but it's a little slow. My mother rolls them every time. This time, I rolled them up. At first, they were fine. They are quite round and of moderate thickness. Ten minutes later, my wrist hurts. I always want to lift them and shake them, but I look at them. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Finally, I gritted my teeth and rolled it out. Don't mention how tired I am. I have a backache. It's plain!
It seems that this job is really tiring! When I was young, I only knew how to eat, and I didn't think of the hard work of people who worked. Now I just woke up from a dream. I can't always let my mother wait on me. Seeing my mother's wisps of white hair, I was infinitely disappointed. My youth was bought with my parents' aging. In the future, I will share more housework for my parents and reduce their living burden. With the coming of the Spring Festival, there is a lot of work and clothes to be washed at home. I helped my mother wash clothes, and she came out of the washing machine and washed it again. I went to hang them on the clothesline and work with my mother. I felt very happy. We talked and laughed, and it ended before we knew it. This is the joy of work.
I remember learning a text called labor is the most glorious, and I realized that loving labor is a sign of one's progress. I will love labor more, experience life in labor and enjoy the joy of life in labor.