I think of Gorky's words: the best things in the world are created by the skillful hands of people who love labor. Let's take a look at the composition of the second year of high school who loves labor!

I am a little girl who loves her work very much. When I was in a small kindergarten class, I had learned to comb my hair and dress myself. My mother has always taught me: "No matter what you do, no matter what difficulties you encounter, don't give up." You must stick to it all the time so that you can win the final victory. "

Now, I am a fourth-grade student. I want to do something for my father, mother and sister. In my spare time, I will sweep the floor, mop the floor, clean the table, wash dishes, wash dishes and tidy the room. ...

Once, my mother got up early and hurried to work without eating breakfast, while I was still sleeping in bed. It took me a long time to wake up from my dream. At first glance, the whole room seems to be a "grocery store": clothes are on the ground, books are scattered on the table, and quilts are also in a mess. ...

I thought to myself: Mom went out early in the morning. She worked so hard that she let me clean up. I picked up the clothes one by one, folded them and put them neatly in the closet; Put the messy books on the table into the bookcase one by one; Fold the quilt neatly; Put the "doll" back; Then start sweeping the floor and mopping the floor. ...

By the time I finished, I was sweating and panting. In the evening, my mother came back from work. Seeing all this, she was surprised and asked, "Who cleaned our house so clean?" "It's me! It's me! " I jumped with excitement. My mother praised me straight: "Xiao Bi, you are really a good boy who loves to work!" " "I'm so happy to hear that.

Am I right? I am really a little girl who loves her work. Because of work, my life is full of countless happiness.

2 1 century, we are all very happy and happy. We don't lack material things, happiness and happiness, but we lack the most important thing: quality education. Only by teaching quality education well can we grow into a good teenager with both ability and political integrity.

Most children nowadays are only children. Because they are the only children in the family, they are the "baby" and "eyes" of their parents. Which parent will ask them to do some housework as much as they can? Now, parents spoil their children too much and worry that they will starve and freeze ... these only children are like flowers in a greenhouse and can't stand the wind and rain. They are too fragile. How can such a child face the future? Face life? From now on, we should learn to work, share housework for our parents, exercise ourselves from work and understand the true meaning of life from work.

There is an old saying: "all talk and no practice." I have decided that today, when quality education is strongly advocated, I will learn to work, share some small things for my hard-working parents and let them have a rest. I remember once, my parents went out to work and left me to do my homework at home. After they left, I suddenly found some spots on the original clean floor of my house, so I picked up a mop and began to mop the floor. After dragging, the floor became clean, but there were still some stains. The second time I came down, the floor was not only clean, but also shiny. They have come back clean, and they don't have to mop the floor, and they don't have to work hard anymore. I let them have a rest. Only when quality education is done well can we be more qualified, civilized and polite. Self-discipline, aesthetics and creativity will make the world warmer and more people feel the benefits of quality education.

In today's 2 1 century, which strongly advocates quality education, all of us should become good teenagers with high quality in the new era, who can learn and work. Will live, more capable.

I am on duty this week, and the teacher asked me to sweep the first group. I think cleaning should be a very simple thing. So I took the broom and dried it first. I didn't expect there was quite a lot of dust, which made me cough. Then I sprinkled a little water, so the dust was much less than before. I thought it was easier to sweep the floor, but some rubbish was blown out of sight, sometimes under the table, sometimes under the chair, playing hide-and-seek with me, which was very naughty.

The wind gradually stopped and the garbage lay there quietly. I picked up the broom carefully and swept the garbage out. I see that the ground is not very clean, and it seems to mop the floor. I'll find out the mop, soak it, squeeze it dry, and then take it to the classroom to mop the floor. I mean it when I mop the floor. No dust can escape my "sharp eyes". I dragged away every corner and the ground was spotless for a while. On the way back to the toilet, I found that the flowers in front of the classroom had withered, the grass had withered and the young trees had fallen to the ground. The teacher said that children should learn to care for flowers and trees from an early age, which is the most beautiful life phenomenon in our nature.

I asked some classmates for help, watered the flowers and plants with a watering can, then dug a small pit in a small open space next to me, replanted the fallen saplings, filled in the soil and watered them with some water, and it was finished. Everyone is very busy and cheering, because this is the first tree we planted. I hope more and more beautiful trees can be planted here for everyone to enjoy.

After returning to the classroom, the teacher praised us and praised us for doing well and being really capable. A few days later, when we went to see it, we found that the flowers became very bright again, the grass was green again, and the trees grew much taller. Driven by the breeze, the flowers danced and the plants swayed as if thanking us. I smiled happily.

I love labor, because the teacher once said that labor is the most glorious, so I learned what happiness is in labor, so I like labor. I think many students feel the same way with me. No matter what kind of work, we can find happiness and what we want. ...

Today, my mother and I finished eating, and my mother is going to wash the dishes again. I thought, "Mom is so tired after work every day, why don't I help her wash it!" " Thinking of this, I ran to my mother and said, "Mom, I'll do the dishes." Mom listened and said, "No, you are still young." Wait till you grow up. "After listening, I said," Mom, I have grown up. Let me wash it once, just once. " Mother had to agree. I first turned on the tap and put cold water into the basin. I remember my mother said that hot water has stronger decontamination power, so I turned on the hot water tap again, injected hot water, put the bowl chopsticks in the basin and let the bowl soak in warm water. In this way, the bowl must be easy to wash!

Then, with detergent in one hand and dish cloth in the other, I carefully squeezed the detergent on the dish cloth. Then, I took the dishcloth in my left hand and the bowl in my right hand, put the dishcloth in the bowl, turned around, and wiped the inside of the dish repeatedly until it was clean. I put the cloth on the bowl mouth again, pinched it with my hand, and wiped the bowl mouth and wiped it hard. I turned the bowl upside down and saw that there were oil stains on the bottom and around the bowl. I picked up a rag and wiped the bottom of the bowl outside, so I scrubbed a greasy bowl clean. The oil pollution disappeared without a trace. I washed the remaining dishes and chopsticks in the same way. Finally, I poured out the dirty water, washed the dishes and chopsticks with clear water, and put them in pots to cool them one by one. Under the light, they all emit bright light, making them look brighter and cleaner. They seem to say, "thank you for washing us as bright as new!" " "

At this time, my mother went into the kitchen and saw the dishes I had washed. She gave a thumbs-up and said, "You are really capable. You have really grown up! " I'm flattered.

I learned a lot about washing dishes this time, for example, warm water has stronger decontamination power and so on.

The lives of five people who love labor composition in senior two are created with their hands. Only by working hard can they create a better life of their own. My great-grandmother is a person who loves her work very much.

I remember once, my brother and I went to the countryside to visit my grandmother, but we didn't see her. I haven't seen her on the phone for a long time. So, we walked into the bamboo forest next to grandma's house to see if she was digging bamboo shoots there. As soon as we walked into the bamboo forest, we saw grandma bending over and digging bamboo shoots with a hoe in her hand! Sweat has covered her forehead. After a while, a thick bamboo shoot was dug out of the ground by her. We cried happily when we saw it, because the bamboo shoots were too big to hold two bowls! Grandma suddenly looked up at us in surprise when she heard our shouts and said, "When did you come?" ? How could I not notice? "We all burst out laughing.

After lunch, the guests started playing cards, but grandma disappeared. I think grandma will be back soon anyway, so I don't have to worry too much, so I went to the water with my brother.

We came to the river with tiles, only to find grandma squatting on the beach, wearing a straw hat and washing clothes in the hot sun. Seeing her concentration, we couldn't bear to disturb her, so we quietly retired.

Grandma is not only a person who loves labor, but also devoted to her work. We should learn from her!

Love Labor Composition 6 "May Day" Labor Day is coming, and I think of a sentence that Gorky said: The best things in the world are created by the skillful hands of people who love labor. So, I decided to do a job at home to show my performance.

As soon as I saw that the rest of the house was cleaned by my mother, only my study was a little messy, so I decided to clean it. I'll tidy my desk first. I take out the things in the drawer, then take out the sundries and rubbish in the drawer and throw them into the trash can. Then I sort out the content by category. I brought a rag to carefully wipe the dust inside and outside the desk, and also wiped the window glass of the study. After the table was cleared, I went on to tidy up the bookcase. The books in it are scattered and left there after I usually finish reading them. It looks really untidy. So I took out all those books and sorted them regularly from big to small. I also sorted them like the librarian in our class, sorted out the catalogues and serial numbers and recorded them in a small book. This way, when you look for books in the future, you won't rummage aimlessly. Finally, I began to clean the floor. I brought a broom to clean up the dust on the floor first, and then I brought a mop from the bathroom, learning the way my mother usually mops the floor and dragging it from the inside out in order. Finally, I drew two small pictures to decorate my study!

After all this, I felt a little tired, but when I saw my new study, I didn't feel tired, but I was happy. Labor has exercised our abilities in all aspects and enriched our lives. I will love labor more in the future.

Senior two loves labor composition 7. Labor is indispensable in life. It's hard, but it can also be fun. I worked with my parents all day yesterday, so it was a big cleaning!

In the morning, I was still dreaming that I was flying over the desert, looking for water and saving mankind. At this time, I only heard a bang, and then it was so loud that I couldn't sleep. When I got up to get dressed, I saw my parents and two window cleaners in a hurry. They went to the toilet for a while, the terrace above, the kitchen and the bedroom for a while, and the room was full of dust. I joined them. First, I tidy the desk and windowsill. My desk is full of books, so I have to sort it out bit by bit. Garbage, sawdust, paper balls and used refills were all thrown into the trash can by me. In a short time, the messy desk is now a clean and tidy desk.

The windowsill is full of my extracurricular books, so I have to fold them neatly and put them in the bookcase neatly. Unconsciously, I have put a messy room in order, without a particle of dust.

I began to clean the house. This was originally my parents' job, but I didn't expect to do it today. I took the feather blanket, stepped on the chair, climbed up slowly and held the handle tightly. I covered my head with a feather blanket and swept it back and forth on the ceiling. In a short time, I became a strange doll with a dusty face. Mom and dad have also become freaks covered in garbage. We looked at each other and had a good time.

The day's cleaning is coming to an end, and we have finished all the work with laughter. Finally, we all laughed happily!

Senior two loves labor composition 8 "Oh, my poor little arm!" " I was walking alone on my way to school, groaning in pain. Why is this? Isn't that why you clean up?

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looking forward to the weekend cleaning, oh! No class! The whole class was boiling, and I led the team members to take the initiative to undertake the arduous task of cleaning the tables and chairs.

Come to a dirty desk, learn to clean the table like my mother, press the table with her left hand and hold a rag with her right hand, and wipe it hard. However, the weather is not beautiful, and the table still looks dusty after rubbing for a long time. I'm so angry!

"Madam, please clean the table with detergent, and then wipe hard! You can tell at a glance that you haven't done housework! Li Zhuo said to me loudly with a smile. After listening to her words, my anger increased by three points, cut! I, Commissioner Chen, will be a glorious worker from now on and will never make you laugh! After thinking about it, I put a little detergent and rubbed it harder. Gradually, the dust on the table disappeared. The bright sunshine shines on the desktop from the clear glass window, giving off colorful light.

Then I wiped some tables. My poor arm can't stand it any longer, as if it were entangled in a stone. As long as I lift it a little, I feel sore all over. Now I really become a "second-degree disabled wounded". Seeing other students in full swing, my spirit refreshed: can't I be like them? I am eager for the cleanliness of the class.

Through the efforts of the whole class, the classroom has become clean and tidy again. We all cheered, the taste of labor is so sweet!

Labor Day is naturally labor-oriented. On the eve of Labor Day, we bathed one by one and cleaned the classroom.

The general cleaning has officially started, and the students are all busy: some clean windows, some sweep the floor, some tidy desks, some clean tiles, some mop the floor ... very lively.

The students who swept the floor saw them bending over and sweeping the floor seriously with brooms, not letting go of any scraps of paper. A classmate was sweeping the floor when a small pile of garbage suddenly leaked out. However, another student rushed forward and swept the pile of garbage into the trash can. Look, how Qi Xin cooperates.

The students who clean the windows carefully clean the windows. Sometimes when they see that the stain won't come off for a while, they take a breath and then wipe it with a dry rag to make the window white and bright.

Some students set up desks. They laid the table neatly. There are also tiles, which are polished brightly. ...

I am responsible for cleaning the back door when cleaning. I stood on the chair carefully, with a wet rag in one hand and a dry rag in the other. Wipe the glass in one direction with a wet rag first, as if putting a thin "transparent coat" on the glass. Then, I wiped it hard in the same direction with a dry rag. The glass at this time is like wearing a gorgeous "crystal dress". I saw some stains on the glass. I tried to wipe it with a dry rag, but it didn't clean. I thought of a good way: keep the slope with glass, see the stain with the reflection of sunlight, and then wipe it gently with a dry rag. In this way, the glass was spotless by me, and I was happy to look at the bright glass.

After cleaning, we looked at the clean and beautiful classroom together and smiled in unison.

Ah, labor is the happiest.

People often say that labor creates happiness. Yes No pains, no gains. As long as you work hard for one day, you will get a night's peace. Work hard all your life and you will get a happy sleep.

Labor creates wealth and labor creates beauty. Happiness is a clear spring, an oasis, a Hui Ze of selfless dedication and life.

In the defoliation season, I planted a seed in the cold soil. At the moment I put the seeds in, my grandmother said, "Now the seeds won't germinate. Let's plant them in spring!" "I ignored grandma's meaning and stubbornly put the seeds in and covered them with soil. In grandma's helpless eyes, I stepped on a few feet in the soft soil.

Everyone else will plant seeds in spring, so I did an experiment and planted a seed in the late autumn afternoon. It will be a kind of mood, a kind of happiness, a completely different mood from the spring breeze!

People always give and expect something in return. They pay too much attention to the joy of harvesting after sowing, but ignore the mood at the moment of sowing. The earth needs a seed buried in his body, which belongs only to himself.

After winter, I have forgotten the seeds I stubbornly buried. I didn't remember the scene of late autumn until spring bloomed and the faint green climbed the branches. So I am busy watering the soil. Suddenly one day, grandma told me: the seeds have sprouted! I hurried over and saw a bright green seedling smiling at me in the wind. I want to laugh too, but my eyes are wet. I cried when I looked at grandma.

At that moment, I understood that labor is happy! At that moment, I understood what happiness is!

True happiness is like this. Every corner between heaven and earth is sending a message of happiness, which makes us realize: "Labor is happy, and a happy world is really good!"

Senior two loves labor composition 1 1 In the process of our growth, we have experienced different tastes, such as happiness, sadness and learning ... but the deepest taste I feel is the taste of labor. How do I feel this smell? Then please read on!

It was a Sunday, and my homework had been finished. I was about to turn on the TV when my mother came over and said, "You have nothing to do. Come and do housework with me!" " "I muttered: Doing housework? I must be very tired. I'd better watch TV! Mom seemed to know what I was thinking, and immediately put on a big smile: "But there is a reward! You can choose a big meal and a computer! "a big meal! Computer! Great! I thought about it. Not only is my mouth watering. I agreed at once.

"Then you clean the kitchen floor and your room!" "Well," I thought, "This beats me! As soon as I got up, I sang, "Wash, wash, wash, oh ……" But less than half way through, my sweat started to flow! It is autumn now! But for my big meal, my computer, fight!

I finally finished brushing the floor, but I have entered my room. Oh, I am shocked! What a mess! I don't think I usually clean, so I sigh now. I think of my mother, who has to do it every day and is still very tired! composition

In the evening, I sit in front of the computer and eat KFC. I can't help thinking of the taste of labor. Is it salty? The smell of sweat. Is it fragrant? The smell of KFC. Still bitter? Mother does housework every day, and the smell in her heart. Please help me think!

Everyone knows that labor can bring pleasure to people. I think so, too, because I had fun at work this week.

It's our turn to be on duty. I'm responsible for mopping the floor, pull up the mop and leave. Unexpectedly, I stepped on the mop and fell down. I thought: What a bad start. When I got to the pool, I unscrewed the hose and started washing the mop. But because of inexperience, the mop can't be cleaned. I have no choice but to wash it by hand bit by bit.

After washing the mop, I walked to the classroom. The mop is wet and heavy, and it keeps dripping. So I grabbed the mop and tried to swing from side to side. While having fun, a teacher came up to me and said, "Little classmate, don't wander around. You should hold the mop rod with both hands to make it vertical. " The teacher said, while teaching me hand in hand.

Back to the classroom, I'm going to mop the floor. This time, I learned the lessons of previous times. Start lifting the ground carefully and seriously.

Alas, who knows "impossible to prevent". When I lifted the mop to make way for my classmates, the mud on the mop was still rubbing against the wall. I quickly wiped it with a rag, but it still left a mark.

While blaming myself for being too bold, I reminded myself to be more careful. I decided to ask this "master". This teacher is Hu Ze. He often mops the floor in our class. I told him about my mopping the floor. Not only did he not laugh at me, but he also patiently and professionally taught me many cleaning tips. Thanks to the experience and lessons of mopping the floor in front and his guidance, it was much easier to lift the floor, and I soon lifted the rest of the floor.

Looking at the clean classroom, I smiled. Laughter is so happy and loud. It was labor that educated me, teachers and classmates helped me, and I found pleasure in labor, which made me grow up happily.

Senior two loves labor composition 13 Today is May Day, so you must work. I have a day off on May Day, so I decided to help my parents on this day.

But I don't like work, so almost all the work is done by my parents, and my hands are broken. My parents not only do housework, but also help me with many things. What about me? I don't do any housework. But today is May Day, and I must help my parents with their work.

At dawn, I sat up in bed. I managed to get dressed. If I usually wake my mother to help me get dressed, today will be May Day! After I got dressed, I habitually went to the living room and suddenly found that the quilt was not folded. So I clumsily turned the quilt over with one hand and ran around. Tilt the corner for a while and then tilt it. Finally, the quilt was not only unsightly, but also made me sweat.

After I woke up my mom and dad, my mom was surprised and asked me how to get dressed and fold the quilt. I said, "It took me a long time to get it done."

At noon, my parents go shopping while I do my homework at home. When I finished my homework, my parents had not come back. So I decided to help my parents sweep the floor. I picked up the broom and began to sweep the floor. But when I sweep, I often sweep the garbage everywhere, and the garbage that I finally swept together is scattered in all directions. So I went to sweep it again, and it was even harder to collect garbage with only one hand. So I clumsily rattled the dustpan and finally made me sweat.

It turns out that labor is so tiring. Although I only work with one hand, my parents do more work than this. I must work harder in the future!

Sweeping the floor, washing dishes, washing clothes, folding quilts and tidying rooms are seemingly simple but essential chores for a family every day. In our family, because my parents work in other places, only my grandparents and I live together. Because of my laziness, my grandparents did almost all the housework. In my eyes, these trivial things are dirty and tired. Adults can do it anyway, so I don't have to worry. So I often avoid doing housework on the grounds of going to the toilet or reading my homework.

In this summer vacation, according to the requirements of the brigade, each of our young pioneers should do some housework at home. Because I don't have a correct understanding of taking part in labor, I just put on a show to finish my "homework" and deal with it at first. As a result, the bowl was not cleaned and even fell; The floor is not clean, and adults have to sweep it; Quilts are always folded untidy; The room cleaned by the adults made a mess for my brother and me-grandparents always complained about us. Later, under the supervision and guidance of adults, I gradually understood some truth. Doing housework is to take part in labor, which is both glorious and can learn some life skills, which is not only physical exercise, but also beneficial to health. So, I happily began to do housework. Washing dishes, sweeping the floor, cleaning the room, cleaning-I do it all, and I am praised by my grandparents!

In the future, I will take the initiative to help adults do housework and form a good habit of loving labor from an early age. I also want to tell my classmates that labor is glorious. Let's love labor together!

I remember when I was in primary school, I was about to start school. Because it has not been cleaned for a long time, the classroom is full of dust, which is not a place for people to stay at all. We began to mobilize to clean up. Before I started working, I was kidnapped by the first-grade teacher to clean up in the first grade!

Because of lack of manpower, the teacher only asked me to sweep the floor and set the table. Don't underestimate sweeping the floor and setting the table!

Although the classroom is not very dirty and there are no scraps of paper on the floor, there is thick dust. I picked up the broom and began to sweep. I swept left and right. Hey, didn't I just sweep here? Why is there dust again? Anyway, I started sweeping the floor like a tornado. Finally, under my constant cleaning, the dust finally gave in. Under the irrigation I swept hard and the moisture of my shining sweat, the floor showed her original style (the floor was gray, but almost pulled! )

The next job is just to set the table. I began to arrange the first row of tables. This one is a little higher, it's too wide. No, lower it a little. Yeah, well, let's go out and see the effect, huh? How crooked is it? It was okay when I watched it inside, but now it's all messed up? Maybe it's the deviation caused by my myopia without glasses! Myopia is really not a good thing. I have no choice but to rearrange the table. Now, um, okay, next row. That's it. I'm in rows. On the whole, it looks, well, not bad, and generally passable.

It's over, the delivery is over, and my excitement has calmed down. After the teacher came back, I watched myself clean the classroom so clean, dragged me to drink and drank iced soda, and the fatigue of the day was eliminated. Well, work is a pleasure. Looking back now, I am still a little excited.

My grandfather is an ordinary farmer. In this small town where you can meet big and small bosses when you go out, he doesn't feel inferior because he does manual labor. He loves labor and takes care of small bumps in several acres of farmland.

The summer before last, Typhoon Haitang struck, and my grandfather watched several acres of vegetables that had been cultivated so hard destroyed in the wind and rain. Just after the typhoon, grandpa insisted on going to the field to have a look, bent down to straighten the vegetables one by one and tamp the soil. Dad advised him, "Dad, the typhoon has just left, and the air in the field is not good." You should take care of yourself. Just a few dishes are not worth a few dollars. " But grandpa didn't listen to the advice and insisted on righting all the vegetables blown down by the typhoon. Dad mobilized the whole family to grind their mouths for a long time before persuading grandpa to come back from other places. But grandpa stayed at home for a few hours, and finally sneaked out to nurse his precious vegetables while everyone was taking a nap. In grandpa's view, this vegetable is not a matter of money, but the result of his hard work and sweat, just as his children need his care. Grandpa cares so much about the land and loves labor.

Han in our class is also a person who loves labor. At that time, there was a "National Day Special Issue" in the class, and she was the main person in charge. Because it takes a lot of time to collect information, time is tight when it comes to hands-on operation. That evening, Han didn't go home after school, and kept drawing on the blackboard until it was completely dark. She was still burning the midnight oil until the contents on the blackboard fully met her requirements, and then she packed her tools and went home. Some students don't understand her, saying that she likes to show off and wants to show off in front of the teacher. She said sternly, "This is my job. How can I be irresponsible? "

Loving labor is a fine tradition of the Chinese nation. The ancestors passed this traditional virtue on the shoulders of our generation, and we should carry it forward.

Senior two loves labor composition 17 To be a person who loves labor, we need to do our own thing well. No matter at school or at home, you should have your own labor post, undertake some labor tasks within your power, do things in class, consciously do things at home, and form a good habit of loving labor from an early age. Being a person who loves labor requires us to do both big and small things. Those who are only willing to do big things and despise small things are not real workers, but dreamers who are superior and inferior. A dreamer will never become an atmosphere. If a house doesn't clean, why can't it clean the world? Why can't small things achieve great things?

To be a person who loves labor requires us to be exhausted. It is not difficult to do an easy thing, but it takes some toughness and perseverance to do a bitter and tiring thing. A person who truly loves labor will not be afraid of the hardships and hardships of labor. He can taste sweet in bitterness and feel comfortable in fatigue. Being a person who loves labor also requires us to respect the labor of others. We don't think a person who dozes off in class and throws garbage on the clean floor will be a person who loves labor. To love labor, we should be grateful to the workers and cherish the fruits of labor with a sincere heart.