The most beautiful theme of the labor sketch 1 There are young crops in front, and then there are young crops in front. Walking on such a Yuan Ye, you must be smiling. Walking on such a land, can you not feel at ease? This is the beauty of labor and creation, and you can't help but be moved.
I think expressing love is not a simple matter, but it will be more difficult to express love for the earth. When I walk on the colorful land and see the endless land and the harmonious picture of people's labor, I realize that the expression of love is so simple that I don't need to pretend with my heart. I deeply realize that labor is the most straightforward and simple expression of love for beauty.
I am willing to interpret life in a labor way from an emotional point of view, and closely link survival with plowshares and life with sickles. I am afraid that my life will be kidnapped by bayonets and dragged down by guns. Only firmly believe that simple soil can breed beautiful things, and only hard work can harvest the hope of happiness.
In the warm memory, in the garden where my mother worked, butterflies are always so emotional, flowers of crops are always so cheerful, and crops are maturing with heavy thoughts. In the sunshine, my mother waved a sickle, and in that loud voice, there was always a recitation of "Let's Harvest" by the Russian poet Shelley. On the head of my father's field, birds are singing affectionately, the soil is moving happily on the plow, and in the hard work of soaking the back of my clothes with sweat, vegetables are green, cauliflower is yellow, wheat seedlings are green and wheat is ripe. I can always hear songs like The Story of Spring. ......
The countryside where the sun rises and the sun sets, the villagers who come and go in sunny and rainy days, and the crooked footprints on the land have become eternal scenery and the background color of my attachment to this world.
Because of its aestheticism, every movement of dance is related to labor. It moves from the field to the country road, and from the country road to the busy city. It weaves the beauty of labor into body language and deduces the beauty of life. Dance that has nothing to do with labor can't convey civilization, but it can only make civilization fall into an embarrassing and dangerous situation and make dance lose its soul.
Because the writing is beautiful, it is the great achievement of labor. The cross arm is a shovel, and it is folded into a hoe like a knife. So some songs are like this: "A bomb of peony, a wave of Chung Shan Man, the Great Wall is long, and the vertical characters are sonorous. A picture and a disc, one on the magpie bridge, one in the south of the Yangtze River, and a little jasmine. "
Singing is beautiful because it can bring happiness to the world, and singing is beautiful because of labor. Singing a few songs and shouting a few folk songs between weeding, hoeing, harvesting and raising fields is extremely comfortable. The song of labor is the mother of all classical music. There were "Xialiba people" first, and then "Yangchun Baixue".
Because the picture is beautiful, it is nutrients extracted from the elements of labor, from Monroe's "Glory of Labor" to Van Gogh's "Golden Crops and Cypress"; From Miller's Sower to Rosa Bonade's Field Work in Villenet; From The Woman Who Picks Ears by Jules Brayton to The Second Harvest by Julian Dupuis; From Xueni Sun's Rape to Van Gogh's Sunflower, all the works are inspired by labor nerves.
I didn't take the plow from my father, nor did I become the successor in my mother's field. After reading a few books and knowing a few words, I was fortunate to be the most brilliant lecturer in the sun. However, I am still the watcher on that fertile soil, and I have inherited the hardworking and self-reliant nature of my parents. Because I can always set foot on the land cultivated by my parents sincerely, I can be an ordinary mountain village teacher for 35 years. There is no great cause, but I ignited the children's hopes with my enthusiasm; Without medals, I just let the children's dreams fly with my love. The sincerity handed down by my parents has prompted me to work hard in the education of clean hands, so that I can calmly face this tempting world. I am getting older every day, and what remains unchanged is my life pursuit of loyal education. With constant enthusiasm for work, I sent a group of students away. With the spirit of daring to build stones, love, patience and sweat, one stubborn student after another has been influenced. I dare not say that I have the ability to turn a stone into gold, but I have woven one love fairy tale after another with my true feelings.
Being attached to education is my unchangeable life belief, and I am proud; Holding hands with labor is the greatest happiness in my life, and I am proud!
There has never been a savior, nor does it rely on the immortal emperor. Who created the human world? It's us working people. Labor creates the world, and workers are the cutest and most beautiful!
Labor-the most touching thing on earth!
Labor creates the world and wealth belongs to the people. On may 1 day, the grand festival of workers came in the fragrance of sweat. The origin of Labor Day was born with the bloodshed of Chicago workers in 1886. At that time, many people paid the price of their lives, and they are still as red as roses. From now on, this day will always belong to the sacred field of our workers. It is labor that creates human beings, labor creates the world, labor makes ancient times move towards the future, and labor makes human beings move towards civilization. It is labor that has created today's towering buildings; It is labor that has built the modern information superhighway; It is labor that turns the vast land into a small village; It is labor that turns vast wasteland into vast fertile land. With hard-working hands and wisdom, laborers have woven this colorful world and created and continued human civilization.
In the field of hope, green mountains and green waters are wrapped in rich treasures, and spring planting and autumn harvest cultivate eternal yearning. Farmers are like artists, sculptors and painters, and their agricultural works are more valuable. Ask for precious wealth from nature and provide a source of happiness for mankind. Farmers are the backbone of China and the pride of the nation! In the process of industrial development, what remains unchanged is its brilliance, while people look at the present. Workers, you hold up our lives with solid arms. It is the workers who have painstakingly watered the roadbed of the Republic and let the Chinese nation drag poverty to prosperity.
In front of the three-foot platform, because of my love, I forbear to watch peaches mature and plums mature; Because of my persistence, I chose poetry and painting all over the world. The teacher who teaches knowledge is too great, and the engineer of human soul will not measure the value of life with the ruler of money. They sow in the land of spring, cultivate beautiful buds and wait for them to bloom. They sow the seeds of knowledge, hoping that it will bear fruits and branches. They sow with words, cultivate with colored pens, irrigate with sweat, and nourish with painstaking efforts. They made a willing son and a ladder of prosperity. They have no regrets about their own efforts and their own choices, and they are worthy of their titles. They deserve the respect of the whole society!
In the field of creating spiritual products, the sky is full of clouds, the heart is visiting the world, and there are many scenes along the way; If life is rolled up, the pen will swim away, and all three rivers and green waters will quit. Literati illuminate every corner of society with sacred and lofty ideal lamps on an acre of land. They wrote down the flow of their thoughts with burning poetry and passion and deep feelings; Inspire the wisdom of others with a kind heart; Use the pen and camera in your hand to discover beauty, excavate beauty, shape beauty, spread beauty and write a life without regrets! Let literature be beautiful and immortal, they let history pass on, and history will remember them eventually! In the service industry, there is a spring breeze in the heart, and the industry can excel; Selfless and diligent in work. When you walk into restaurants, shops and busy business districts, do you know the hard work of service? These ordinary workers melt ice and snow with smiles, spread warmth with love, and sincerely promote social harmony. Their cause is equally great, and their character is equally lofty. In the blue waves of the East China Sea, we saw the military power of ocean-going soldiers; In the laboratory that conquered the fortress of science, we realized that knowledge is the truth of productive forces; In the field of saving lives, we appreciate the sacredness of angels in White's career. ...
All workers who create material and spiritual civilization are the backbone of the Republic. You have selflessly delivered your fiery life to the victory and progress of the motherland, and meticulously integrated your lofty beliefs, confidence and dedication into the foundation of the Republic. It is countless workers from all walks of life who have written the desire of human beings to conquer the universe into history and turned the expectation of human beings to challenge nature into reality. Workers are glorious and workers are happy!
To love labor is to love life, and to respect labor is to respect yourself!
People often say that labor is great and glorious. Without labor, there would be no colorful world. However, labor is hard. Think about it, how much sweat and effort you have to pay. Sometimes, you even give your precious life. So I think anyone's work should be praised and anyone's work should be respected. For me, labor is not only great, but also sacred. In a sense, the working people have created a beautiful world with their hard-working hands and rich wisdom, worked hard and struggled hard, created civilization and created nature, and made great contributions to mankind and the whole world.
There is a saying that if you give, you will get, and if you give, you will get. This kind of achievement is the crystallization of labor. Any kind of labor is a contribution to mankind. Therefore, any kind of labor should be respected and the fruits of labor should be cherished, because there are high and low levels of labor. You work like a worker, farming is also labor, and teaching is also labor. When the sun has not yet risen, those are called "beauticians"
When people breathe fresh air and walk on a clean road, they feel extremely comfortable and disappear quietly. People should realize that it is these "beauticians" who have worked hard to beautify our environment and life. However, those construction workers, braving the cold and heat, built buildings one by one, those magnificent tall buildings. Without their hard work and contribution, there would be no unique house.
And those neat walls inside and outside, how spectacular and beautiful, and those carved on the roadside of the park, decorated with one knife and one stone, so lifelike and full of vitality, bring us beautiful enjoyment. Everything is the result of our efforts and sweat. How admirable and grateful these results are. For me, this compliment is a matter of course.
But, for example, some people, on the contrary, spit everywhere, no matter on any occasion. You see, some people scribble on the wall. I think: such a person is simply a sign of disrespect for other people's labor, uncivilization and lack of public morality. By extension, they don't care about public property, don't cherish food, don't tighten the faucet, and talk casually. All these practices are.
Generally speaking, we should constantly improve our consciousness and self-cultivation, so that we can form good habits, cherish others and respect their achievements.
Finally, I say from the bottom of my heart here, friends, please remember that respecting the work of others means respecting your own morality. Let's work together to make our world more beautiful and spectacular and our life more colorful. I believe that our motherland will be more prosperous and more brilliant.
Li Dazhao once said: "I think the best way to seek happiness in life is to respect labor." All happiness can be obtained through labor, and all hardships can be freed through labor. "Indeed, labor is the source of all joy and beauty in the world.
During the holiday, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house to experience the fun of country life.
This morning, it was sunny and we set off happily. In a blink of an eye, the long-awaited paradise has arrived! When I got off the bus, a fresh air came to my nose, so refreshing! The branches and leaves of roadside trees are swaying gently in the wind, as if welcoming our arrival; Rows of red tile houses are hidden among the green trees; There are many buildings in front of and behind the house, flocks of cattle and sheep, a stream flowing through the village, as if singing a sweet song ... Then we got off and went to grandma's house, looking around, snow-white walls, clean floors, all kinds of electrical appliances, furniture, grandparents' smiling faces. Seeing this scene, I can't help but sigh: "They must live happily!"
After everything is ready, I can't wait to go to the vegetable field to taste the tender cucumber with thorns and the refreshing cherry tomatoes. Then, we came to this field. Looking around, there are green cucumbers, purple eggplants and dark green peppers ... Grandpa told me that all these vegetables and fruits are green food. Our task is to pick the cherry tomatoes. Looking at these red cherry tomatoes, I can't help drooling and full of energy. But it's much more tiring than I thought. After a while, I was so tired that I was sweating like rain. Only then did I know the taste of "weeding at noon, sweating like a pig". The weather is getting hotter and hotter, the wind is holding its breath, my heart is getting more and more anxious, and my hands are getting slower and heavier. How nice it would be to have a rest in the shade! Look at grandpa and mom, only to see that they are still choosing. I think: grandparents do it at sunrise and rest at sunset. They must be very tired. Then why are they so energetic all day? And we stretch our hands all day, and sometimes we are picky about food ... Just thinking, my mother seems to see through my mind and say to me, "Take a rest when you are tired." I think: what teachers ask us to do should be persistent, and they can all do it. Although I am not as efficient as they are, I will do well as long as I persist. So, calm down and continue to choose. At this time, the sky is blue, the wind is gentle, the water is swift and my heart is sweet.
At dusk, cherry tomatoes are picked. Looking at baskets of cherry tomatoes, we all laughed happily. Looking around, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, and people working in the fields are bent and hunched, how serious and conscientious they are. ...
On this day, I was very tired, but very happy. In the hot summer, in the land full of hope, let me know the hardships of farmers and the value of food, let me know that a hard work and a harvest. Only pay, there will be gains.
The most beautiful theme Labor Essay Chapter 5 A 5,000-year-old history and splendid ancient civilization stand like a lion in the east of the world, that is our great Chinese nation! The times are progressing and the society is developing. We have understood that "labor is the most glorious" ideologically and the truth that "the hope of national rejuvenation lies in education and the hope of educational rejuvenation lies in teachers" in practice. I am a middle school student. In the study career that accompanied me to grow up, the noblest and most beautiful person is the human soul engineer-teacher who is engaged in teaching on the podium. They explained the beauty of labor with hard work.
Beauty is not in appearance, but in heart.
Miss Li Feng is my first teacher. She is tall, with a long black shawl and talking eyes. In study, she is strict with us everywhere. I remember doing my homework once, and I wanted to finish it early. My handwriting is crooked and ugly. Teacher Li rudely left me behind and asked me to rewrite it until the handwriting was neat and standardized, and then let me go home. I am angry and hate my teacher. Thought: Isn't it just a few words? I just started school. It makes no difference whether I write well or not. Why do I write over and over again? This is a waste of time. Miss Li seemed to see through my mind, smiled and touched my head and said, "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. You can write a good hand, and no one can steal it, and you should develop a good habit of writing carefully from an early age. " After listening to the teacher, I seem to understand. From then on, I insisted on practicing calligraphy, and I insisted on writing neatly and regularly no matter what homework I wrote. Now both hard pen and soft pen calligraphy are well written and praised by teachers many times. I know this is the result of strict requirements of teacher Li! People say that beauty is natural beauty, but I think the beauty of natural beauty is not as good as the beauty of labor paid by teachers, isn't it?
Beauty lies not in publicity, but in silent dedication.
One day in May, I hurried into the classroom as usual, and found all my classmates whispering in their seats: "It seems that Teacher Zhang went to the hospital yesterday, and the teacher was hospitalized. Teacher Zhang will definitely not come to class today ..." It turned out that Teacher Zhang fell ill because of overwork during the final review. Some students suggested visiting the teacher at the teacher's house, but the monitor said to study early and wait until after class.
So the students picked up their textbooks and read them early. At this time, I saw Mr. Zhang dragging his weak body in front of the students. Seeing her sallow face and faltering steps, the students quickly helped her to sit in the chair. "Teacher, what's the matter with you?" I asked nervously and calmly. "Classmates, I have nothing to do. Let's start the class! " Teacher Zhang said with a smile. The students had to go back to their seats to listen to the teacher. I saw teacher Zhang struggling to stand up from time to time, holding the podium in one hand, giving vivid lectures to the students, and writing on the blackboard in one hand. Teacher Zhang's lecture is simple and easy to understand, which causes us to think positively. A lively and interesting Chinese class ended happily in the interaction between teachers and students. In this class, the students listened carefully, and even the most famous "naughty boy" in the class raised his hand to answer a few questions! But I think this class is longer than every previous class. Looking at the serious appearance of the students, Mr. Zhang showed a knowing smile on his face. And I clearly saw her gently wipe the thick sweat from her forehead with her hand. Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers and hopes of the motherland with sweat and love! Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not enough teachers' dedication! People say that the most beautiful thing is wonders, but I think teachers are the most sacred and beautiful workers in the world, aren't they?
Sowing seeds with language, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts are the noble work of our beloved teachers. Teachers use their hard work and silent dedication to realize the Chinese dream!
The most beautiful theme of labor essay 6 I once stood on the top of a high mountain and experienced the splendor of eagles soaring and fighting in the vast world. My heart fills the whole sky! I feel the infinite breadth of life!
I used to stand on the rapids of the river and let the waves wet my skirt. I forgot myself in the competition in Yun Fan, my thoughts were infinitely elongated, and my heart seemed to melt in the eternal river!
However, the breeze from the countryside, the stagnant pond, the silent three-foot platform, the two-inch chalk and the clear children's voice. It will be my life!
Twenty-year-old, carrying a schoolbag, crossed a narrow country road and came to a small campus lying in the green field. This is how my teaching career began.
I'm so annoyed! My heart is unwilling! The pure ideal of "rural female teacher" has been submerged in the dull days and nights at this time, and I tasted the bitterness of life for the first time-a kind of oppression that was suppressed in my chest!
I sigh, am I in the wrong time and space? Will my life disappear with sighs and regrets? Has my life been mixed with sighs and stagnation?
My eyes are blurred-at the moment, I am a dream catcher in the long night sea, falling down because of unknown thorns and swamps, but I know that suffering was originally an indispensable scenery in my life journey. I am curled up in the ice and snow at the moment, cursing and sighing the bitter dream in the cold winter, so that I am devastated, but I have never forgotten that suffering lies between reality and the future. Suffering is a burning purgatory. When the soul is in trouble, it will show its golden color.
Suddenly I found a ray of starlight rising in my heart, warming me, gathering the twinkling stars for me and adding a touch of light to every climb! I know that people who trudge silently will certainly encounter wind, frost, rain and snow, and of course there will be icy silence. If you hesitate because of this, the distant scenery and harvest can only be the memories of dreams!
So, I greeted the red morning light, with a crisp bird song or reading or interpretation; Under a dim solitary lamp, I passed by the window of the mountain breeze gently, or sat or lay down to show a roll of beautiful articles, and my life became full in plain.
Slowly, I found the thoughtful eyes of the students in the classroom, and the knowing smile when listening to the class was beautiful; Persistent questioning in the office is beauty; The clever word in those exercises is beauty; The flickering candlelight in the bedroom and the frozen mountains outside the window are also beautiful.
Slowly, I understand that dullness is not Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", nor is it the dim light of life, nor is it the extinction of the fire of life!
I know that dullness is the gestation before seeds germinate, dullness is the implication before flowers bloom, and dullness is the maturity after bidding farewell to ignorance.
Looking out of the window, the rice flowers are fragrant and the sound of books is ringing in my ears. I know I belong to this-to this hopeful vilen!