Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Great achievements are directly proportional to efforts. Work hard and you will get something. Over time, from less to more, miracles can be created. "
Tell you a story: Zhu Gaochi, the son of Emperor Renzong of Ming Dynasty, went to the fields to farm by himself. After returning to the palace, a waiter brought him food. Once, the waiter brought several bowls of rice, and the emperor was furious and said, "Eat all these rice!" " "The waiter was frightened, don't know what happened, apologize quickly. The emperor said: "I have to eat these every day, and I can't finish them every time, so I can only throw them out." "Waste. Every grain of rice in this rice is the hard work of ordinary people. " Teachers and students, do you want to go to the canteen where we eat? How similar the situation is Every grain is hard. We must suffer less when we are full than the peasants with their backs to the sky. Without them, how can we enjoy this small achievement of labor?
Labor is precious. Working people should be respected. The fruits of labor should be cherished. On the other hand, looking at our daily life, students are on duty every day, and they are full of energy every time they clean, which shows that we love the character of labor; Every day in the classroom, teachers are diligent in teaching, tirelessly imparting knowledge over and over again, reflecting their love and dedication. We should cheer for this; Behind the dignified and elegant appearance, there are cleaners who clean our school and canteen staff who prepare our three meals. Teachers are reviewing documents, which makes the school full of vitality. In our life, it is a beautiful big garden full of labor creation. It is an honor and wealth for us to learn and grow in such an atmosphere. We will not only temper our will to be diligent and thrifty in such an environment, but also enhance our practical ability and strengthen our sense of social responsibility. Each of us is lucky.
Our labor is not necessarily earth-shattering, but more small things around us. Seeing that there is a piece of garbage in the health area of other classes, picking it up casually is a manifestation of cherishing the fruits of labor. We not only pick up garbage, but also cultivate. Teachers give lectures in class and students listen carefully, which is a sign of respect for labor. The respect you give your teacher will be repaid to you in the way you want.
A porridge and a meal, when thinking hard; It is difficult to keep thinking about material resources. Students, we will create a beautiful campus and a beautiful society. I hope every student can treasure the beauty of labor in their hearts and put it into practice, respect the working people, cherish the fruits of labor, advocate labor creation, and create our modern people with labor!
My grandmother is a real farmer. She has been facing the loess all her life, sweating and working hard. From wheat to corn, from rape to rice, from potatoes to soybeans, from tomatoes to peaches ... all crops that can grow in the ground can be praised as "masterpieces" that grandma is proud of. Grandma said that this is a summary of her labor experience and God's recognition of her long-term hard work. Grandpa died early, and grandma supported the hope of the family with a pair of hard-working hands. Grandma comes out to meet the sunrise every day and comes back in Daiyue with a star. She is busy everywhere in the fields. The heavy burden made wrinkles cover grandma's forehead early, and a pair of calloused handwriting wrote all the vicissitudes. What makes grandma happy is the harvest season. Looking at the rich harvest, there will always be a sweet smile. It is grandma who works tirelessly to meet the needs of the family. Watching everyone eat and wear warm clothes, grandma always smiles and says, "My labor has created a better life!" " "
My father is an honorable people's teacher who has been engaged in education for twenty years. Every day, in addition to going out early and returning late, I often see my father carrying piles of student homework home. It takes a long time to finish reading, and even I have to applaud for dinner several times. More than once, I saw my father lying on his desk tired: his arm was used as a cushion, his head was tilted, and he still had a red pen in his hand. Before he took off his glasses on his nose, he smelled snoring loudly! Next to it is the corrected homework, usually with a small pile under your arm, or a teaching book for preparing lessons. In the face of teaching doubts, my father always asks his colleagues humbly through WeChat and telephone. When the quality of students' homework is not high, dad always takes the initiative to contact students to ask about the situation and make up the teaching seriously. Dad's efforts were not in vain. Every examination paper is covered with red ticks. Looking at the excellent achievements made by the students, my father always smiles and says, "My labor has created a better life!" " "
My mother is an ingenious obstetric nurse, who has taken on countless new lives. Because of the need of work, my mother often works at night, so I often don't see her at night. When I saw my mother the next day, she was already brown, gloomy, listless and exhausted. However, my mother never cares, never complains, never complains, and continues to serve precious mothers with a smile as always after a short rest. Although my mother's skills have been very skilled, she has not stopped studying. She has improved herself through books, videos and sorting, making her skills more exquisite and Ma Bao more satisfied. Whenever I see the happy smiles of the treasure mothers after a pain, my mother always smiles and says, "My labor has created a better life!" " "
Grandma's labor has brought ample food and clothing to the family, Dad's labor has brought the students to thrive, Mom's labor has brought the continuation of life, and their labor has created a better life.
What about me? Of course, we must not lag behind the pace of labor. I will try my best to help my parents do what they can, share some trivial things in life and reduce their burden; I want to actively participate in various social practice activities, sum up and improve in the activities, and make my knowledge and skills richer and more comprehensive; I also want to take learning as the focus of "labor", listen carefully in class, take the initiative to discuss and speak actively, review my memory after class, reflect with my heart, sum up problems, and complete various assignments with high quality; I want to read extensively, travel extensively, broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge. As a class cadre, I must take the initiative to maintain class discipline, arrange duty work, supervise cleaning, and enthusiastically help students with learning difficulties. ...
At that time, I can also proudly say: "My labor has created a better life!" " "
A Good Life, Labor Creation Essay 3 "All the good lives in the world must be created through hard work"
The Chinese nation's love for labor has never changed from beginning to end. "Labor created human beings." Our ancestors turned a page in human history through labor, from straightening up, walking out of caves, tying ropes and counting, plowing and sowing. ...
Up and down five thousand years, China has a long history, and the Chinese nation has created a splendid Chinese civilization with hard-working hands. Five thousand years of brilliant flowers, like rolling rivers, moisten generations of Chinese sons and daughters. The songs of Chu in The Book of Songs, novels of Ming and Qing Dynasties, philosophy of Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi, and poems of Tang and Song Dynasties are like a bright star in the vast universe, shining with charming brilliance. All this is inseparable from labor creation.
The power of labor is endless, and hundreds of millions of workers use their own strength to make selfless contributions to the times and work hard; With their strength, we have a beautiful life today. Cleaners are one of hundreds of millions of workers. In spring, they clean the fallen flowers in the rain. In summer, they clean the ice cream sticks on the ground under the scorching sun. In autumn, they sweep the fallen leaves in the fog. In winter, they sweep the snow in the cold.
Construction workers are also laborers. In the construction site, they climbed the steel bar regardless of their lives, just to build a safe house. Their backs have been overturned by steel frames, their faces are covered with dust, and their clothes have been soaked with sweat. Even so, they don't care at all. There are also doctors, nurses, farmers, couriers ... they are all one of hundreds of millions of workers.
Let's be a small laborer, keep the campus clean at school, do our own housework at home, feel the joy of labor and create a beautiful and happy life with labor!
A better life, an essay on labor creation 4 "Children and grandchildren don't plow and weave, but also learn to plant melons in mulberry shade." Every time I read this poem, I can't help smiling, because I think of the days when I planted melons in my hometown.
When spring is blooming, grandma said to me on the phone, "Girl, you should plant melons and beans before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day. The watermelon seedlings cultivated by grandpa have grown to half a finger length and can be planted. It won't be long before you can eat a big and sweet watermelon. " But I am depressed. Because of the coronavirus, this holiday has become particularly long. There are only high-rise cars and smart home appliances around my life. My mother always does all the housework and doesn't let me do anything except study. Especially after reading the book Biography of Hulan River, I have a great yearning for my work and my hometown. I miss the smoke from my hometown coming out of the roof, the birds singing in my hometown in the morning, the frogs chirping in my hometown in summer, and my "grandpa train" and "grandma train" ... I think, unconsciously, my face is full of tears. My mother saw this, wiped my tears and said that she would go back to her hometown at once. Hearing this, I burst into tears, as if I had been running with the little yellow dog on the path behind my hometown. ...
My hometown is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains in Gaolan County. If no one invented the train, if no one laid the rails in the mountains, you would never find Shaojiatang, a small village. It and its dozens of villagers, wholeheartedly hidden in the deep folds of the mountains, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter, silently accepted the warmth and rudeness given by the mountains at will. However, two slender, shiny tracks extend. The roaring dragon awakened a large area of dry sand next to it with a fresh breeze. The fields in my hometown are standard dry sand, which is especially suitable for growing watermelons. Watermelons grown in this field are also very sweet.
After several hours of bumps, I soon arrived at my haunted hometown. The sun shines warmly and the breeze blows across my face. How comfortable! There are a few white clouds floating in the sky, which is very quiet. When I arrived at grandpa's house, "Hey!" Why is grandpa's door closed? Where did grandpa go? My father and I came to the farmland behind the house. Sure enough, grandparents are very busy. I shouted, "Grandpa, what are you doing?" "I'm growing watermelons. The sun is clear. Go home first. " Grandpa pointed to the direction of home and said. "Grandpa, I also want to grow melons!" I can't wait to run there. I saw the big watermelon we ate in the hot summer. It turned out that when I was a child, it was such a fragile seedling that it seemed to be broken if I was not careful! I carefully held the seedling in my hand, only to see grandpa digging a hole in the ground, then putting the seedling in the hole, covering the soil on both sides and watering it. Finally, grandpa said that he would build a "small house" for watermelon seedlings. Grandpa taught me hand in hand to insert bamboo strips on the edge of watermelon seedlings, cover them with plastic film, and then press dense sand on the plastic film to prevent them from being opened by the wind, so there was a "small house". I bent down for a long time, and my back was like a heavy iron block. I raised my hands holding the gravel and looked at the cut under my nails, feeling sore and weak all over. I can't help thinking to myself, "Who knows Chinese food?" Every grain is hard! "I looked up and saw grandpa's face and arms were covered with sweat. I quickly reached out to wipe it. Grandpa smiled and said, "Oh, my white doll has turned into a black ball." After that, I took the straw hat off my head and put it on my little head. Grandpa's rough palms made me giggle. Soon, under the sunlight, a thin layer of water vapor appeared in the plastic film. Looking at the watermelon seedlings smiling warmly inside, I thought that after a while, I could eat my own watermelon. I smiled happily.
Grandma saw me squatting in the sun, so she took me to the shack to enjoy the cool. Far away, I saw the little yellow dog coming out from under the bed and wagging its tail at me. I chased him in three steps and made two steps, blaming him: "Ah, you lazy guy!" " "Grandma dragged me to the shack. There are many kinds of watermelons in the village. Looking around, the fields are littered with shacks. The so-called "shack" is a simple shed made of wood, bamboo poles, iron wires, reed curtains, plastic sheets and other materials for temporary rest and melon watching. There is also a small wooden bed with a summer mat, sheets and pillows moved from home, which is also like a temporary home. It's also comfortable to lie here and blow. I suddenly had a brainwave and took grandma's hand and asked eagerly, "Grandma, when can I eat the big watermelon I planted?" Grandma scraped my little nose and said with a smile, "What a short temper. Watermelon, like your study, has a growing process. The seedlings you plant will emerge from the soil like a young man in a few days. Ten days later, the seedlings will grow up, and you will see Gua Tian like a green carpet. Within a month, under the green leaves, small watermelons with flowers and bones will secretly appear. There will be all kinds of insects pollinating watermelons in the field, and our small watermelons will grow up soon. Mature watermelon fruit is light green at first, and then the color becomes darker and darker. Just like blowing balloons, watermelons grow up in three or four months. "
When I was lying in bed listening, I closed my eyes and saw that the watermelon was ripe. We picked it, tasted it, cut the skin, and red pulp appeared in front of us. When you take a bite, you will feel the fragrance and sweetness of watermelon, which is refreshing and delicious, and the sand is crisp, making people more delicious! When I opened my eyes, I realized that this was a dream of Conan, and I really wanted to immerse myself in this happy life.
However, I returned home in a few days, because my grandfather said, "Everyone should create their own beautiful world with hard-working hands." Yes, isn't our beautiful life created by thousands of laborers in Qian Qian? In the hot summer, construction workers are sweating, and high-rise buildings are springing up like mushrooms after rain; In the silent morning, the cleaners are not afraid of hard work, and the streets are clean and tidy; Suddenly, angels in white bravely went to the disaster area, and a patient recovered and was discharged ... Many people around us created beautiful people with unknown labor. This touching picture of labor is deeply engraved in my little heart. I understand that a good life is created by you, me and everyone with happy labor. So, how can we be lazy?
Essay on labor creation of a better life 5 "Where is happiness? He is trying ... "Every time I hear this familiar song, I feel that labor is the seed to create a better life. "Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
My family has hardly left home since the outbreak of novel coronavirus. Getting up early to take your temperature and cleaning after breakfast have become an essential part of your family every day. Dad became commander in chief. "Xinyi, you are responsible for cleaning the desk, desk, coffee table and dining table. My mother is responsible for washing and cooking, and I am responsible for doors and windows." Dad had just finished his work, and he said two more words to me: "Remember to wipe it with alcohol. I will check it when I finish the task! " The cleaning began, and we each flew to our own "territory". I came to the desk in my room as if I had been robbed. What a mess! First, move all the things on the table to the ground and put them away, then twist the rag to wipe the table, spray alcohol for disinfection, then disinfect the pens and books with alcohol, and finally put things in order. Wow! Too clean and tidy. "Commander-in-Chief, come and see!" I jumped three feet for joy, waiting for the Commander-in-Chief to praise me. Sure enough, he finished the inspection, smiling and full of praise. After the inspection, he hurried back to work.
Out of curiosity, I quietly went to "patrol" to see if mom and dad were seriously disinfecting. I crept to the balcony and saw sweat dripping from my mother's side face. I brushed for a while, wiped for a while, and concentrated on washing clothes. I didn't find me. In the master bedroom, my father is cleaning the windows with newspapers and staring at them. The glass windows are spotless and clean! Seeing that mom and dad are so serious, I can't hold back. I must get back to work as soon as possible. These remaining tables are easy to clean. I will clean them in a short time. My task of cleaning up was finally finished, as if I had wiped out all novel coronavirus. The commander-in-chief was very satisfied with me and nodded like garlic.
No pains, no gains. Although this process is a bit hard, we have a clean, tidy and healthy home. The scientist Mendeleev said: "Labor creates everything, and laborers create everything." I believe that as long as we keep this good habit, the epidemic will soon pass.