I remember it was a Friday afternoon. In order to wait for someone, I also joined the ranks of cleaning. It was a clean-up directed by the teacher, and everything was in good order.

First, we have to move all the desks and chairs out, and then sweep the floor. Fortunately, the teacher asked the students to take things and garbage away in advance, otherwise it would be heavier and more tiring to move, and we should take them away when washing. Because the table is too big to push, we move it like a fat man with a big belly, dangling far away, very clumsy and lovely. After moving out, I found that one third of the top floors of some tables were missing, all sunken and there was a small hole, and none of them were complete. There are one or two painted tables in it, and there is a little on the desktop, which is colorful and colorful. It can be seen that some students don't care about the table and destroy it. I soaked the towel in foam water, wiped the table once, washed it with water again, finally wiped it with a dry towel, and finally wiped it with a dry towel, and it was over. Watching the white foam slowly flow to the sewer, like clouds of white snow moving.

Then, we started attacking the chair. Just like a table, I clean it with a towel soaked in foam water first. At the same time, however, the work of cleaning the walls and windows began. For a time, the towel became a "baby", and a towel attracted a group of people. Finally, I got a colorful towel. Because this towel has been painted, it should be washed before cleaning the chair. Wipe a chair and put it on the other side. Soon, chairs will be destroyed. However, there was something wrong with the washing. The table can't be moved in because the floor is dragged to the end. The nearest faucet is surrounded by tables, so we have to wash it with the faucet in the toilet. The orange water pipe is like a long dragon, walking towards the toilet. The water pipe keeps moving forward from my hand, and the friction between my hand and the water pipe makes me feel warm. When I opened my hand, I was shocked. Everything that touched the water pipe became dark, so I ran to the toilet to wash my hands. The problem of water is solved. I put the chair into a rectangle, just like a bed. Some students lie on it after cleaning!

Towards the end of the cleaning work, we began to mop the floor. Because the desks and chairs have been removed, the classroom has become very empty and mopping the floor is much faster than usual. Besides, many hands make light work. You drag that, I drag that, and in a short time, the floor will be finished. Finally, we moved the table in and tidied it up, so we waddled in and walked out easily. Moving chairs became a problem. We don't know who the owners of some chairs are. Finally, what we know will be put in the corresponding position, and what we don't know will not be claimed by them until next week.

Looking at the desks and chairs in the classroom, I feel a sense of accomplishment and pride. In the process of working, I feel unprecedented enrichment. Our labor makes desks and chairs clean, classrooms clean and tidy, and students clean. Labor is justified. I feel happy when our labor is beneficial to others.

2. The significance of the 600-word argumentative essay on labor in grade three.

Mr. Lu Xun said: "Great achievements are always in direct proportion to efforts. The more labor you pay, the more happiness you create. " Labor can really create happiness, and this experience of washing dishes made me understand the meaning of labor.

On Saturday night, my parents went out after dinner, and I was the only one at home. Suddenly, I found the bowl in the pool lying there dirty, like an abandoned child. On a whim, I decided to wash the dishes myself today to surprise my parents.

I carefully took the smooth bowl out of the pool first. Then roll up your sleeves, turn on the tap and get ready for a big fight. I picked up a bowl, yeah! Greasy, but I don't care at all. I squeezed a little detergent in clean water, picked up a rag and wiped it hard. The more I work, the happier I am. While washing, sing loudly: "Wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash, wash."

This is a great joy and sadness. I was in high spirits when an accident happened. I was careless, and the bowl I picked up fell to the ground. Bang, the poor bowl was smashed to pieces by me. It's over! It's over! If the "tigress" knew this, wouldn't it be "fried meat with bamboo shoots"? I collected the pieces in a panic and quickly poured them into the trash can, chanting, "Do you want to tell mom?" But on second thought, I can't hide from the first day and the fifteenth. If I don't tell them, I will be more angry. Let's be honest with my parents! However, if I can make it up, maybe my mother will praise me. My pounding little heart was no longer nervous, so I hummed a tune and worked hard. One clean bowl after another appeared in my hand, and it seemed to say to me, "Come on, little master, you can't be proud!" " "My confidence has suddenly increased, and the dishes I wash are cleaner than one. Looking at this shiny bowl, a triumphant smile appeared on my face.

After my mother came back, I bravely admitted my mistake. My mother said: "Nothing, my daughter takes the initiative to do housework, that is, she grows up!" " "I am very happy to get my mother's affirmation. It turns out that hard work can really bring happiness. The more you work, the more you gain.

3. The significance of the 600-word argumentative essay on labor in grade three.

All the beautiful dreams in the world are realized through labor. Labor dispels the gloom of poverty, enriches life, expands the width of life and makes life colorful; Labor increases the thickness of life and makes life more valuable.

I still remember an experience clearly. About early spring, the air was mixed with sweet flowers, and the sky above was blue and far-reaching, very ethereal. My family and I went to the countryside to buy honey, but we unexpectedly made a meaningful visit.

The place where the beekeepers are located is relatively remote, and there are rows of beehives at the door. Bees are buzzing, fidgeting and making noise. Seeing our arrival, the old man's almost dry red and black face flashed a glimmer of understanding. He showed us around the hive and told us something with a little pride. He said: "I am old and useless. Later, I overheard my son who went to college saying that bees can also be very useful." It helps to pollinate. Without it, we humans would not live for four years. So I want to keep a bee, earn a little money, subsidize my family, enrich my life and make a small contribution to society. "

I was taken aback. It's the first time I heard that bees are so useful! It is closely related to human beings! After listening to these words, my heart is filled with respect like a tall building. Even such an ordinary beekeeper has been using his labor to repay society and nature. It is countless laborers like this who have worked hard to have a good life today.

When we turned around, the old man remembered that he hadn't finished the hive yet, so he touched his brain spoon with his big calloused hand and smiled shyly. Turned and went back to the house. At this time, an enthusiastic woman came over, wearing a hat and wrapped in gauze, but she could still feel her joy. This is the old man's wife. She showed us honey. Dealing with bees for a long time, sometimes the bad weather makes her hands red, swollen and rough, and her cheeks are stuffy and hot. In a flash, I caught a glimpse of the thin sweat on the old man's forehead, and a complex and sour mood came to my mind. This couple is so ordinary and simple, but their spirit of hard work, creating value with their hands and contributing to society with labor is deeply admired.

Unexpectedly, a couple who met by chance taught me a significant life lesson. They made me realize that no matter who they are, no matter how ordinary they are, no matter how simple they are, they are extremely valuable. As long as everyone exerts their own light and heat, our country and society will have a bright future like the stars!

4. The significance of 600-word labor in the third grade argumentative essay.

Not long ago, college students in a university planted rape with flashlights in the wind and rain, because farm work is a compulsory course in the school.

Different people have different views on this phenomenon. Some people support the headmaster and think that students can understand the meaning of struggle and labor only by touching the dirt. Some people disagree and think that it is overkill. Others say that the main task of college students is to learn professional knowledge. What the author wants to ask is: "Can you really understand struggle and labor by studying farm labor?"

Point out the misunderstanding of the other party and clarify your own reasons. With the development of society and the continuous improvement of people's living standards, the definition of struggle and labor of the new generation may indeed be unclear. However, the author believes that it is biased to promote understanding by "contacting the soil". Farmers farm in the fields for their livelihood. Needless to say, they must work hard to get a good harvest and protect their "financial resources" when it is windy and rainy. However, many college students do this just to get a "graduation pass", and they don't really pay for it. How can they feel struggling and working? I'm afraid this is a hasty matter. As for planting in rainy days, it is task-driven and prone to resentment and dissatisfaction. From this perspective, the feeling of disgust is easier than the meaning of sincere experience.

In addition, struggle and labor are not only reflected in farm work. It is too simplistic for schools to educate students only through such courses, or it narrows the scope of students' struggle and labor experience. On the contrary, it can't really make students realize other labor and struggle in a pluralistic society. The author does not deny the significance of farm labor, but also thinks that the problem of the new generation's lack of understanding of labor struggle really needs to be paid attention to, but aren't those migrant workers working on the construction site in the scorching sun just fighting? Rain or shine, do the couriers run from street to street? These people, like farmers, are struggling and working for their livelihood, and college students can experience society in another way.

It is a sign of our progress to put forward measures to face the problem directly and dare to act. Of course, in the face of this problem, our approach is not just farm labor mentioned by the principal in the materials. Perhaps, the school only needs to add a few more elective courses, or experience the experience of several couriers, and experience sweating and sun exposure on the construction site several times. I think it's better than students holding flashlights and barely planting in the rain.

I think this is the meaning of struggle and labor.

5. The significance of the 600-word argumentative essay on labor in grade three.

My sister asked me which is more important, labor or hard work? "What's the point of not working hard?" Sister's face changed at once. She said meaningfully, "Well, can you do it without hard work?"

I am full of confidence: "Yes!"

I sat on my desk, biting my pen, looking at the stars that can only be seen in the dark and thinking. What can you work hard without working? Got it! I struck the table hard.

Do your homework. Do your homework. Really? Only the brain has tried. Where did it come from? Sister, there is nothing I can do!

I dug out a workbook with broken corners from my messy schoolbag and smiled at my sister. Hey, hey, hey, I can't help but have a baby.

I lowered my head, frowned, put my face on my notebook and saw it in my eyes. The words on it are like crawling bugs, which makes me upset and I can't write a word. I think, slumped in the chair, just for the sake of hard work! I carefully reviewed the topic over and over again, analyzed the purpose and meaning of the topic, and figured out the equivalence relationship, but I didn't know who to set it for, so I grabbed my head.

My sister looked at me proudly and said, "Hey, who just confidently agreed?" I'm embarrassed to stick out my tongue.

Do it. "Sister said, and picked up my pen and drew a circle in the notebook. I talked for a long time, but I didn't understand the meaning.

"Labor is not limited to hands and feet, nor is it unilateral." Sister suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

"Labor is done on the premise of helping others. You see, the brain is moving and running, helping you finish the problem smoothly. Helping others also contributes to your own efforts. This is labor, and other people's labor lacks nothing. "

Now I review under the lamp for the exam, which is the spirit of my dream.