Thinking about writing: The theme of the composition is "labor". The theme of the composition should reflect the value and significance of labor. You can describe your own labor experience, introduce your own labor skills and express your views on labor. ...
You can choose materials from the front or the back. Positive material selection is to describe an event in which you grew up by taking part in labor. For example, help parents do housework, understand parents' difficulties and know how to be grateful; Negative material selection is to describe an event that you can't grow up healthily because you refuse to work. For example, you have always rejected labor since you were a child. As a result, after you entered junior high school, your life was in a mess and you suffered a lot.
You can also write an argumentative paper, centering on "labor is the most glorious" and "labor promotes growth", putting facts and reasoning to prove the correctness of this view. You can write with total score or step by step. Be reasonable and well-founded, and convince people by reasoning. Writing expository articles can introduce a labor skill that you are proficient in and give readers labor knowledge.
Composition 1: "Labor makes life better" Labor is like a glass of cold water in summer; Labor is like a ray of sunshine in winter; Labor, like a red flower in the green space; Labor is like a bright lamp in the dark, which illuminates my heart.
In early spring, my grandmother and I came to the field to loosen the soil. The long hoe was almost as tall as me, and I dragged it with difficulty. I feel like pulling a pig, because I am tender and tender. I pushed the hoe around on the ground, but the soil didn't loosen up. On the contrary, I almost scratched my foot. The weather is really strange. It is spring, but it is so hot that people have to wear summer clothes. Every activity is sweaty. The difficulty of loosening the soil made me give up, but when I saw my old and frail grandmother still working hard, I regained my confidence, clenched my hoe and tried my best to dig the soil.
The hard land was finally conquered by us-the soil was loose! Grandma brought a big bag of seeds. I picked some of the biggest and most full ones, held them in my hand like a treasure, squatted in the soil, dug holes with my hands, and carefully put the seeds in. The sun is scorching my back, and my legs are numb, like thousands of ants crawling back and forth on my legs, but I can't give up! Hold on! I endured the pain, buried the seeds and watered them. I patted the dust on my hands and looked at the land. I seem to see the seeds sprouting.
In a blink of an eye, cherries turned red, bananas turned green, and autumn came. Once again, I came to this field, and the autumn wind brushed my face, bringing the fragrance of melons and fruits. In the field, the ears of wheat bent with laughter, and the sea of rice set off golden waves ... Farmers were busy harvesting grains and picking fruits, and piles of grains were golden and full, and everyone's face was filled with joy and happiness.
Looking at this harvest scene, I feel infinite in my heart: although labor is hard, I feel very happy, because labor makes life better!
Composition 2: When you walk into my house, you can't help but exclaim, "How clean it is!" Do you know why? Haha, because our family held a labor competition, and it was labor that made life better.
The game originated from getting up early one day. It was particularly uncomfortable to find the house in a mess, with dust everywhere on the walls, floors and tables. So I suggest that the whole family hold a general cleaning and regard it as a competition! Mom and dad agree!
The game has already started. I'll find a scouring pad first, then soak the water with detergent, and then brush the bathroom wall with scouring pad. Swinging your arms, like skating, is fun. But after a long time, my arm is sore and painful. I gritted my teeth and finally cleaned the wall with water. Finally, it was "Many Things Are Worried". I turned the "Devil in Black" on the bathroom wall into "angels in white" in an hour.
I went to the balcony to see how my father, who doesn't usually work, works. I didn't expect my father to polish the railings and glass. Mother swept the floor of every room, dragging it spotless, like a mirror. Here is the long-awaited "grand finale". My father and I competed to fold the quilt to see who could fold it quickly and well. Just listen to my mother's command "Game on!"
So-we folded the quilt at lightning speed. Because the school where I live has been asking us to fold the quilt ourselves, I am not only quick, but also fold the quilt square, like a huge tofu block. My father, who has never touched housework, lost miserably. The quilt is bulging, and it will disperse when he touches it. My mother and I laughed our heads off.
After cleaning, the home is brand-new and brand-new. This labor made me understand: labor makes life better!
Composition 3: "Unforgettable Work" has returned to my hometown, and I can finally relax, but I can't forget my work and homework at the same time. I think my most memorable job is drying corn.
To dry corn, naturally there must be corn. So the day after we returned to our hometown, our family of five went to the fields to pull corn. Corn is big and long, and it grows on tall stems. We began to peel the peeled corn and put it in the laundry basket. Mom and dad are responsible for the transportation of corn. In the scorching sun, it took a day to harvest the corn one by one in the field. We began to beat corn with machines (peeling corn seeds from the cob). My father and I put corn into the machine from a small head, my grandfather piled it next to the machine with a dustpan, and my grandmother was responsible for beating corn kernels and kernels. We worked together for almost ten minutes, and I began to get tinnitus because the noise of the machine was too loud. It's really amazing that the machine beats corn.
In the next few days, we will only dry the corn kernels. Every morning, we put corn kernels in the dam and put them in our pockets at night. After four or five days, the water in the corn is completely dry, so we use a fan to separate them. The function of this fan is to separate corn kernels from some residues or films on them. Grandma will help me to pour a dustpan of corn kernels into the air bucket first. I will open the valve, stir the shaft and shake the corn kernels and film at a constant speed. Grandparents move the planted corn kernels to the storage place, and so on. After half an hour, all the corn kernels were cleaned and put into the warehouse, and the harvesting and packaging of corn finally ended.
For this unforgettable job, I feel tired and happy, and I understand that the work is hard, tired and happy.