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At the end of a weedy path leading to a mountain village, an old man stood in the moonlight and looked forward to the road ahead. The hazy shadow is drawn by the brilliance of the moon ... this is the deepest impression she left on me when I was a child. She is my grandmother. At that time, my mother was busy, and I always accompanied my grandmother for several months a year. Those months were the happiest time of my childhood.

Grandma likes playing with flowers and plants, especially planting herbs. Don't give up chickens and ducks to peck, don't give up children to step on, don't give up wind and rain. Every day when the sun goes down, grandma takes me to bring spring water to water them. After a few months, they grow up, pick them, wash them, dry them in the sun, and then put them away, so they don't give them away easily, so they have to keep them for me. When I was a child, my cough and excessive internal heat disappeared in these faint herbal scents.

Grandma can't forget her pigs, chickens and ducklings wherever she goes. No matter where she is, she will try her best to come back and feed them. Despite my hard work, apart from subsidizing my family, I can't bear to take a bite of that fat pig and chicken and send it to my bowl. Then he smiled at me and said happily, "Grandma is a vegetarian and doesn't eat meat."

When I reached school age, I was taken home by my parents. My grandmother sent me away happily, but secretly wiped her tears behind my back. A few years later, backward mountain villages also developed. My grandmother has a phone at home and is as happy as a child. She calls every day to say something, such as "When shall I eat some watermelon at home?" "There are many herbs at home, and I want to give them to you." "The pig at home is going to be slaughtered. Let's eat ... In short, no matter what she says, it will eventually turn to me.

Goodbye was the year before last, during the Chinese New Year. My grandmother's hair has turned silvery white again. Her legs and feet are hard to move, and her muddy eyes can't recognize people. However, when she hears my voice, she can still call out my name, hold my hand and tell me things that only she understands.

When I left that day, she struggled to send me to the village entrance. In the moonlight, grandma watched us leave as before, but her back was more rickety and her shadow was longer. A bright moon, a path and an old man, this faint picture is engraved in my memory. Love sometimes doesn't have to be preached loudly, ups and downs, vigorous, like a bright moon on a stone, gently and softly illuminate everyone's heart. I think there is a moon in everyone's heart, and so do I.

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My grandmother got up at dawn, carried a basket on her back, picked up a sickle and walked step by step to her own forest. My grandmother bent down and picked up a small stick, one, two, three ... but before long, the basket was full. She picked up a basket with difficulty and walked step by step. Grandma picked up a sickle and cut it at a large piece of green vegetables. In the afternoon, after dinner, grandma came with bundles of firewood that had been kept in the storage room for a long time. Grandma took a hard step with a bundle of firewood on her back. In this way, grandma walked back and forth many times and finally finished carrying firewood. A man's strength is small, but with an iron will, he gains infinite strength. It can be seen that Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains is so strong. If you move a little today and a little tomorrow, you will all move eventually. Day after day, the autumn of the year has come again, and grandma has been rewarded and the harvest is extremely rich. As the saying goes, many things happen, which is just right to describe my grandmother. Looking at my grandmother, I can't help but think of what my father said: If China didn't have farmers who worked hard to grow food for the people like my grandmother, China's funds wouldn't be a problem, but what China lacked was food. If there is no food and you have more money, you will only starve to death. It can already be seen from this point that farmers are our backbone. Without them, it is like a complete person without our backbone. But in rural areas, some rural boys are unwilling to grow crops and have gone to work in other places. Sometimes when people ask about their life experiences, they hide that they are farmers in order not to be looked down upon by others. Even if the land was left to fend for itself, he still felt that nothing had happened, leaving the land handed down by the Lord to fend for itself.

Yes, farmers are our backbone. Without them, we will collapse. However, there are still some people who always look down on farmers. What happened to the farmer? They're not people. They are all one life. How can you say that they are unequal? People in the city are the sky, but people in the countryside are the land? How can you talk like that? This is not right. Those people are really, what's wrong with being farmers? Now, China is just a big agricultural country. Without farmers, it is also a great unfilial thing for China people to eat and waste the cultivated land left by the lords.

News broadcasts often mention the word "agriculture, countryside and farmers", so what does "agriculture, countryside and farmers" mean? "Agriculture, countryside and farmers" refers to agriculture, rural areas and farmers. Then, why did the General Secretary propose "agriculture, countryside and farmers"? Because the general secretary wants us to attach importance to farmers, agriculture and rural areas and not discriminate against farmers, because we have understood that farmers are our backbone and grow delicious food for us. Now, there are not many farmers with conscience like my grandmother. Hey! As the old lady Jin Jiu said, "It's really getting worse every generation."

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In today's highly developed material civilization and spiritual civilization, the world trend is ever-changing. People in this era have been changing their own pace, but they blindly follow or even lose themselves, becoming followers and followers, thus throwing their personality traits to the outside world. Isn't this a terrible world? So quality should not change with the times. Quality is a little light source in the dark, which helps you feel forward; Quality is a trace of sobriety in addiction, which makes you alert; Quality is a ray of sunshine in the cold, which makes you warm physically and mentally.

Adhering to quality means affirming your own value. Qu Yuan, the first great patriotic poet in China, was exiled. His brilliance is no longer appreciated by the world, but he does not give up, continues to pursue his inner truth, goodness and beauty, and sings the voice of "I am alone in the turbid water in the world, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone". His moral integrity has made him affirm his own value and has not changed because of the environment.

Insisting on quality is to curb the disadvantages of society. Once you have a comfortable life, people will covet comfort and even forget their roots, which is followed by a series of problems. However, as long as there is a bright spot in personality, there is still hope. Emperor Taizong worked hard in the early days, and later, because the country was strong and the people were rich, he began to build palaces. All this was seen by Wei Zhi. He always adhered to the quality of hard work and admonished Taizong many times. Later, Emperor Taizong felt ashamed and corrected his mistake in time.

Sticking to quality is for the quality you have. There is a connection between qualities. When you have one quality, you will also have another or several. Doctors try their best to heal the wounded and rescue the dying, thus realizing the preciousness of life; Teachers are committed to teaching and educating people, thus realizing the importance of talents; Painters are addicted to painting and sketching, thus realizing the value of beauty-all these are the crystallization of their persistence and persistence in quality.

Quality is like a fragile bud, which will grow into a towering tree one day, but it needs your careful cultivation. Different from time to time, vulnerable to attack, etc. Are not real qualities; Pursuing a high material life, art is a hypocritical quality. In fact, the essence of quality is simply to cultivate self-cultivation and cultivate sentiment-

"Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself", we must unswervingly protect the quality and let it bloom in the snow like plum blossoms; Like a fine horse running on the grass, show its majestic posture; Shine like the stars at night and create brilliance!