The taste of labor

Now the autumn harvest in my hometown, the main farm work is to collect corn. The National Day holiday coincided with the bumper harvest of corn, so I worked in my hometown for two days.

Harvesting corn is a very common and simple job. Except for a few farmers who use combine harvesters, most people work by hand. From the procedural point of view, it is to cut off the corn cob, break it off, transport it home and peel it. The process of harvesting corn is very simple. In rural areas, everyone who can work can and is willing to do this kind of farm work. However, whether it can be fast and good depends on everyone's physical strength and endurance. This is a test of a person's ability to work.

When I got home, my parents and younger brother had cut all the corn in 3 mu of land, and the next task was to break the stick. Three acres of corn were cut into six rows. Each of us is in charge of a row, turning the corn over one by one, breaking off the sticks one by one, and repeating this action simply and mechanically. Bend down and walk forward when you are tired. More than two hours have passed, and the work of breaking the rod has not yet been completed. At the moment, I am thirsty and tired, and my back is sore and my legs hurt. Look at the day near noon, have a rest at dinner time, then get into intense work in the afternoon, and break all the sticks in the field around 4 o'clock. Then, the stick was loaded into the car and carried home. It's already dark, and there's still a cart of corn scattered in the field, which can only be shipped tomorrow. When I got home tired, it was close to 8 pm. I slept soundly that night. When I woke up the next morning, I felt my waist was falling apart. My waist, hips and thighs are sore, and my legs can't even walk. Nevertheless, I managed to get to my hometown and help my parents transport the corn home from the field. Then, sit by the corn pile in front of the door and peel the corn one by one with your parents. At this time, the labor intensity is much easier than in the field, just time and energy.

This seemingly simple labor is actually not simple. It not only tests people's physical strength and endurance, but also tests people's patience and will. Pay attention to reading thousands of books for writers, and write like a god; People who practice martial arts often say that they punch a thousand times, and the intention is self-evident. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and habit becomes nature. If you do more farm work, you will naturally adapt. It can be seen that this simple repetition also has profound connotations.

Harvesting corn or testing a person's adaptability to the environment. Although it caught up with cloudy weather, at noon, the sun was still burning. When I broke the stick in the field, the sweat on my head dripped down my eyebrows and my shirt was soaked with sweat. As soon as the corn stalks are turned over, lacewings like centipedes, fleshy tide insects, commonly known as seven-star ladybugs of Sister Hua, nameless white soft corn worms and yellow caterpillars fly around the wet land, which is annoying. Being bitten by Hua Dajie or a carnivore who got into the neckline cuff has a thrilling pain, irritability and nervousness. Wet ears of corn and corn husks stick to hands and skin and have an itchy feeling. Fingers may be cut by corn leaves and stubble at any time. These things are neglected. As the saying goes, what song is sung on the mountain? Only by adapting to this environment and overcoming these unfavorable factors can the harvesting task be successfully completed. This is the same as anything else.

2. Write a composition related to labor with the taste of harvest. As the sun sets, the sun pours its afterglow on the river without reservation. It stops time and the sparkling sea becomes active. It was covered with golden light and slowly flowed eastward. Fishing boats loomed in the distance, like jumping notes and floating leaves. Oh! That's a fishing boat that goes out to sea to fish. Fishermen who have worked hard all day are returning by boat! The appearance of the boat is clearly visible, people's smiling faces are clearly visible, and the fish in the basket are clearly visible. The happy fishermen paddled to the shore. At this time, the water surface that used to be like a mirror was full of sounds, piercing the sky, penetrating the clouds and soaring into the sky! I saw splashing water, one next to the other, and the waves were higher than the other. It splashed on people's clothes and feet and soaked people's happy hearts. The fishermen on the boat sang "Harvest Song", and the women on the shore danced "Harvest Dance" as if a fishing song were dancing. Look, baskets of golden bass, baskets of hairtail in Yin Hui and baskets of fresh shrimps are laughing. Dark clouds gathered in the air. Fishing boats docked one after another, unloading fish, all the troubles, all the things that could not be unloaded. People are full of joy of harvest and gradually disappear into the foggy night. All the laughter and songs are gone, everything is calm again, and everything is silent. Oh! What a beautiful picture this is! I hope so. If I am not satisfied, I can't help you. Well, after all, my ability is limited.

3. Working composition 500 words What it's like to be a laborer? It's crisp and sunny in autumn today, and I'm worried about writing a composition! Hey, there are aunts cleaning, otherwise I would have experienced the hard work of sweeping the streets! I walked up to menstruation and she asked me, "What can I do for you, little friend?" I said, "nothing, just want to ask about your work!" " "Although I didn't hang the sign of a little reporter, I pretended to be a little reporter and asked my aunt," Aunt, you have to get up early every day when you work like this! "(I asked and wrote it down)" Yes, people in this line can't finish their work all day! " "When do you want to get up?" "I will get up at about four or five o'clock!" "The same is true in winter. Do you get up so early? " "Yes!" "Aunt, are you working hard in this line?" "Of course it's hard! We're going to sweep the floor and pick up garbage, Maintaining environmental sanitation Sometimes it rains in ............................................................................................................................................................... Those cars can't see the puddle, so they drive to one side and the water splashes on us! " "It's not easy for you to do this!" "Yes, sometimes I can't go home on holiday. You must finish your work before you can go home for the holidays! " Hearing this, I don't have the courage to ask any more questions.

I want to experience this kind of labor, so I said to my aunt, "Aunt, can you let me experience your work?" "Yes, but it will get your clothes dirty!" Aunt advised me to say. I said to my aunt, "it's okay, call mom to wash it when it's dirty!" " ""forget it! "At my request, my aunt finally agreed! I sweep the road with a broom. The broom is very big. I didn't know how to sweep, so I ran around. 10 minutes later, I was out of breath, just like coming back from a marathon.

Aunt couldn't stand it, so she told me how to sweep it. I learned it, so I fiddled with the heavy broom and swept it around on the road. When I see garbage, I pick it up with my hands. I refused to pick it up at first, but when I saw the picture of me throwing garbage, I had to reach out and pick up the disgusting garbage.

In this way, I persisted for 1 hour. When I got home dirty, my mother asked me, "What did you do and how dirty your clothes are?" I was very tired, so I didn't answer, just fell asleep on the sofa! After this labor experience, I don't think it's easy to sweep the street. I have to get up so early every day. Sweeping the floor in the street, eating dust, being splashed by water ... We sat in the car and watched them sweep the floor in the street, but it was really not easy.

If someone asks me, "Who is the most respectable person?" My first answer is "workers are the most respectable people!" " "Silent workers have been working for 365 days and nights, and loneliness and responsibility are over. Year after year, the new green of spring is ushered in, which brings workers their own festival-"May Day" Labor Day.

No complaints, no expectations, expectations turned into persistence in the heart, and labor purified the soul. Love of labor becomes a virtue, and longing for labor becomes a fashion.

Labor, like the first ray of sunshine through the morning light, has made the initial enlightenment for mankind to move towards civilization and prosperity. Is that a stubborn stone? No, you can turn it into a hunting steel gun by hand! Is that a mess? No, you can turn it into writing paper by hand! When human beings put wings on fantasy, they turn it into reality through their hands.

The power of labor allows mankind to create miracles! I don't know if the workers in my classmates' minds are the same as I think. Some people think they are doctors and give all kinds of answers. Some people will say: My mother is a doctor. I think she goes out early and comes back late every day, and she hasn't seen it several times in a week; Some people will say: My father is also a doctor and very busy. Sometimes in the middle of the night, a hospital will call and say that it is necessary to rescue patients or send them to the hospital for emergency treatment. Some people say: Although my mother is a nurse, she never left her job during the SARS period and stood in the front line of SARS, encouraging patients to fight the devil.

Wait a minute. This is their idea. When I asked them, where is the cleaner? They all said: What's good about them? They are smelly, bloated, uneducated and have low wages. Tell our parents! High literature, clean work and high salary. If my parents are cleaners, where should I put my face? Who wants to make friends with me under the guidance of my classmates? But I think cleaners are the best! Their work is something we students can see every morning, but your parents are in the hospital. Did you see them working hard? I don't think you can tell! I can't hear you either! Maybe your parents still have food and seats at work, not to mention the salary, which is more than twice that of a cleaner.

So which cleaners? They have no seats, no food and nothing to say. They can only sweep on the main road with brooms and dustpans, and their wages are low, but they can only support their families by doing so because they have no education! They make money through hard work and their own hands. You can also learn about the taste of sweeping the floor! I think that's your job. You said you were tired after sweeping for less than half an hour. What happened to them? They have less time than you, but they are not afraid of being tired or suffering. It is not easy to support a family with their calloused hands! In hot summer, they have to sweep the floor in the hot sun, without cold air conditioning, cold spring water and sunscreen for summer; It's just that there is white saliva in his mouth, sweat as big as soybeans on his head, and a layer of black skin on his body. He suffered from heatstroke and didn't even go to the hospital, fearing to spend money to see a doctor. When he got home, he asked his wife to help him twist twice (this is a traditional method of Hangzhou people) to relieve the heat. I know that too. This kind of twisting is actually very painful until the back turns black.

What about the doctors? Blowing these air conditioners in a cool air-conditioned room, sitting comfortably drinking tea, reading newspapers and talking and laughing with colleagues, how comfortable it is! Compared with the cleaner, it's far from it. In autumn, the leaves on the trees fall one after another, and the roads are full of fallen leaves.

4. Write a 700-word composition with the taste of labor. Hello, I hope the examples will help you. Tomorrow is "May Day" International Labor Day, and the school will be closed for three days.

After school, I walked into the house with a heavy schoolbag on my back. I put down my schoolbag and looked at my watch. It was half past six and I was just about to ask my mother to cook. Seeing the silence at home, my parents are definitely not at home.

It seems that I have to do it myself, and I have plenty of food and clothing! I went to the vegetable garden to pick some peppers, and then I started my cooking adventure. I'll start with "green pepper climbing vegetables". Pay special attention to the heat of this dish. The last green pepper was fried into black pepper by me.

I waited for the oil in the pot to smoke, and with a bang, I poured the green pepper into the pot. I made a few noises with a spatula, and then I went out. Taste it? Hey! It tastes good! This is an improvement over last time.

I also want a "potato fillet". The trick of this dish lies in the knife. I sliced the potatoes carefully and then turned the slices into filaments. I fried the potatoes bit by bit. Wow! It smells good, worthy of Master Huang's painstaking efforts! My parents came back as soon as I finished.

I set the table and served the plates. My mother said happily, "When did you become so obedient?" I said naughtily, "I was so obedient, but your beautiful eyes didn't find it." Dad interrupted: "These dishes are really delicious, girl, they are becoming more and more master-like!" Hearing this, I was as happy as a ripe pomegranate-I folded my hands and said modestly, "shame, shame, flatter me, flatter me."

After dinner, I scrambled to collect the bowl and let my mother rest. My mother had no choice but to watch TV. I performed in the kitchen alone, with pots and pans in full swing, comparable to the symphony played by the Philharmonic Orchestra.

Because the performance was very successful, I got thunderous applause and endless praise from the audience, and encouraged me to make persistent efforts and climb new heights bravely. A big smile hangs on my face again.

I work, I am happy. I work, I am glorious.

5. Write a composition on the topic of Happy Labor Day or the taste of labor. Requirements: 500 words-people have been learning and doing all kinds of things all their lives, and I am no exception. Among so many things, what impressed me most was that I learned to wash dishes.

When I was in the third grade, many children of my age could do some basic housework, but I could do nothing but fold the quilt. Mom and dad look in their eyes and are anxious in their hearts. They decided to let me learn the simplest housework first-washing dishes. Hearing this, I beat my chest and replied in the loudest voice: "No problem, it's my treat, just wait for you to eat in a clean bowl."

At the beginning, I brought a lot of unwashed bowls and put them in the pool. I followed my mother's example, turned on the tap and washed it slowly for several times. I washed it and wiped the debris off the bowl by hand. It went well at first, and many sundries on the bowl have been cleaned up. I turned off the tap. I proudly thought, "Now there is only detergent left. I used to listen to my parents saying that it was difficult to wash dishes. I didn't expect so much. " I was just about to get the detergent when my hand slipped and the bowl exploded on the ground. I quickly picked it up and thought, "This was an accident. This poor bowl was the first victim, but it can't be my fault. Failure is the mother of success. " Then I picked up another bowl to wash. This bowl seems to be doing the right thing for me. It keeps slipping. I haven't washed it for a long time. When I was in a hurry, my hand was released and I only heard a bang. The result can be imagined. I just woke up from a dream and picked up the bowl on the ground. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the bowl fell into a "hemiplegia". I beat a retreat in my heart and thought, "If this continues, I will break a pool of bowls." At this time, my mother came in and asked me with a smile, "Is the bowl ready? Your father and I are waiting to eat with the bowl you washed! " . I hung my head in shame and replied, "No, I can't always do the dishes." Mom saw it and said, "Don't worry, I'll show you." After that, my mother picked up the bowl, skillfully washed it with water, then put on the detergent, carefully cleaned the sundries by hand, and finally washed the detergent with water. I carefully observed my mother's movements, only to see her clean the bottom of the bowl, and then wipe it round and round. My mother said to me, "the oil bowl is not easy to wash." After listening to this, I suddenly realized, thinking: "No wonder the first bowl is easy to wash, and the second bowl is not easy to wash." After that, I learned to wash like my mother, all thumbs. Although the dishes I washed were not as good as my mother's, I was still very happy. Then I washed all the dishes in the same way as before.

Looking at a pile of clean and comfortable bowls, my heart is full of joy. From this dish washing, I not only know how to wash dishes, but also know that practice makes perfect!

6. Write a 700-word composition with the taste of labor. Hello, I hope the examples will help you.

Tomorrow is "May Day" International Labor Day, and the school will be closed for three days. After school, I walked into the house with a heavy schoolbag on my back. I put down my schoolbag and looked at my watch. It was half past six and I was just about to ask my mother to cook. Seeing the silence at home, my parents are definitely not at home. It seems that I have to do it myself, and I have plenty of food and clothing! I went to the vegetable garden to pick some peppers, and then I started my cooking adventure.

I'll start with "green pepper climbing vegetables". Pay special attention to the heat of this dish. The last green pepper was fried into black pepper by me. I waited for the oil in the pot to smoke, and with a bang, I poured the green pepper into the pot. I made a few noises with a spatula and went out of the pot. Taste it? Hey! It tastes good! This is an improvement over last time. I also want a "potato fillet". The trick of this dish lies in the knife. I sliced the potatoes carefully and then turned the slices into filaments. I fried the potatoes bit by bit. Wow! It smells good, worthy of Master Huang's painstaking efforts!

My parents came back as soon as I finished. I set the table and served the plates. My mother said happily, "When did you become so obedient?" I said naughtily, "I was so obedient, but your beautiful eyes didn't find it." Dad interrupted: "These dishes are really delicious, girl, they are becoming more and more master-like!" Hearing this, I was as happy as a ripe pomegranate-I folded my hands and said modestly, "shame, shame, flatter me, flatter me."

After dinner, I scrambled to collect the bowl and let my mother rest. My mother had no choice but to watch TV. I performed in the kitchen alone, with pots and pans in full swing, comparable to the symphony played by the Philharmonic Orchestra. Because the performance was very successful, I got thunderous applause and endless praise from the audience, and encouraged me to make persistent efforts and climb new heights bravely. A big smile hangs on my face again.

I work, I am happy. I work, I am glorious!

7. Writing a composition on the topic of taste is the most unforgettable memory. I believe that your six-year-old pupils are like a sea, and there are many "shells" in it; The unforgettable story between me and my classmates who have been together for six years is the beautiful and precious "shell" in this "sea". \x0d\x0d I remember that in a thinking class, the teacher asked the students to go to the podium to perform the stories in the textbook. When I heard that I was going to perform on stage, my heart was like a rabbit-I was jumping, let alone being able to perform on stage! At this time, a classmate sitting in front of me turned to me and said, let me go on stage with him to perform a story. When I heard this, I shook my head, frowned and said, "How can I go up and play a story?" I'll be particularly nervous. No, no, you go with other students! "it doesn't matter! You are nervous because you are not ready. As long as you have a definite plan, you won't be nervous when you go up. "That classmate still seems unwilling to give me advice. He also discussed with me how to act and how to say every line well, so I had to promise him to perform with him. After we watched the stories performed by several groups of students, I finally had a clear plan. That classmate and I performed the story on the stage. I'm not nervous at all. Back in my seat, I was all smiles, and he was more cheerful, because he did a good thing-helped me overcome my nervousness. \x0d\x0d Another time, a classmate was a guest in my house. In the evening, we were a little hungry and wanted to fry a plate of potatoes. I peeled potatoes and she washed cabbage. But I'm always careless and my skin falls off. I forgot to wash all the dishes in my hand. I washed her peeled potatoes and cleaned the floor myself. She washed vegetables and potatoes, and then cut them. I picked up the potatoes and cut them on the chopping board. I'll slice it first and then chop it up. She thinks I'm all thumbs and wants to cut it. I thought she could cut, but I didn't expect her to be like me. It's easier said than done. When the oil is hot, she will take care of the fire and I will toss the pepper. When the oil was hot, we poured shredded potatoes into the pot and suddenly made a "crackling" sound, which scared her and me. When the potatoes are almost ripe, we put the cut cabbage in, and then add salt, sauce, pepper and a little peanut foam. After tossing for half an hour, we finally got potatoes. \x0d\x0d There are many shells in my sea. I want to string the most beautiful and precious shells in the "sea" into a necklace and give them to the students who study and have fun together! \ x0d = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = \ x0d has my acid, my sweetness, my bitterness and the spice of my primary school life; There are my laughter and my sad face. \x0d\x0d acid \x0d vinegar is sour, as everyone knows. But have you ever tasted tears? I have tasted my own tears, salty, bitter and sour. I remember when I was in Grade Three, I was studying in Class 3. At that time, my math scores were excellent, and I got full marks every time. Only that time, I got 86 points. I lost my Chinese book that day, too. Together, I became a person with abnormal work. You used to be different. Teacher Zhang says you are very clever. " Hearing this, I shed tears unconsciously: I'm sorry for Mr. Zhang, who gave me such a good evaluation, but I got such a poor score in the exam. I'm sorry, Miss Fan, but I have to have a Chinese class today, but I have lost my Chinese book. Glittering tears flow into my mouth, sour and astringent. \ x0d \ That is, of course, the sweetness gained by our own labor. I remember that in the first half of six years, our class held a theme class meeting. Jin Shengyu and I were appointed as presenters to preside over the class meeting. After receiving the news, we immediately began to write lines and watch programs. We have been very busy and spent the whole day in a hurry. Not only that, I became a little director! For the theme class meeting, all our classmates worked very hard and set high standards for their performance. After two busy days, it's time for our official performance. What an old host! What a good partner! Jin Shengyu and I made this theme class meeting a great success! Finally, my class was rated as "good class spirit". I thought it was my responsibility to get this title this time. This is the sweetness I get after giving! \x0d\x0d bitter \x0d\x0d sweet but not bitter! But this bitterness has nothing to do with the theme class meeting. This bitterness is the result of my efforts. "Turn efforts into coolies, coolies into victories!" I've always been like this. This motto was written by myself in the second half of the second grade of primary school. Something happened! Let me tell you something ... \ x0d \ x0d The term is coming to an end, and the teacher asked for democratic election of four "three good students" and nine "civilized students". I know I'm in danger, because my popularity is very poor. Sure enough, as a result, the "three good students" passed me by, and I could only be among the "civilized students". I review my lessons every night. In this way, my final score came out-double percentage. When I got the report card, I knew that I had attacked the "three good students" in Zhou Ying. I won with my coolies, didn't I? \x0d\x0d spicy \x0d\x0d personally think it is cool if it is spicy enough. If your score is in the top ten, do you think it's cool? I think I will. I am very much in favor of people saying that I am talented, because that is the case. Don't be proud of me. I remember that from the second grade of primary school (I was not excavated in the first grade) to the fifth grade (a total of eight semesters), my grades have always been the first in my class. In the second half of the fifth grade, the school ranked the final exam results of the whole grade, and I was the sixth in the school-not bad.

8. Junior high school composition "The Taste of Labor" Labor is so hard, but the reward is sweet! Everyone should work more, so as not to "grow up"? Today, mopping the floor, I realized the taste of ups and downs! This just realized "the taste of labor"! Today, my mother asked me to mop the floor, and I didn't want to mop it at all.

But my mother insisted that I drag, so I had to bite the bullet and pick up the mop. After a while, I dragged a room, panting and sweating! I said to my mother, "Mom, can we have a rest now?" Mom said, "Well, yes, well done! Since you are so great, drag the study by the way! " I muttered in my mouth: labor, so hard! But "there is always a reward for giving"! After mopping the floor, looking at the clean floor, my heart is as sweet as eating honey. I think so: look, how clean the floor I mopped is! Mom will praise me! So, I walked slowly to my mother and said coquetry, "Mom, I mopped the floor. Are there any rewards? " My mother touched my head and said with a serious smile, "You really don't understand.

Mother mops the floor every day. Why don't you reward her? "I looked down and thought: the labor is so hard, but the return is sweet! Everyone should work more, so as not to "grow up"? Today, mopping the floor, I realized the taste of ups and downs! This just realized "the taste of labor"! Now I finally taste the taste of labor! In the future, I will work harder and become my mother's effective "little helper".

9. It feels good to work, and it feels good to write a composition with no less than 500 times of work. On Saturday, after finishing my homework, I just want to read for a while.

Suddenly, my mother said to me, "There are no steamed buns at home. Here, take this two yuan to buy some steamed buns! " ""good! " With that, I ran out with the money. When I came to the noodle restaurant, a smell of wheat came to my nose.

Come to a place that specializes in selling steamed buns. My aunt, who sells steamed buns, asked me, "Little friend, are you here to buy steamed buns?" ? Do you want rolls or steamed bread? "I replied," Yes, I want to buy ... "On second thought, I'd better buy some flower rolls. I prefer this chic one. So I went on to say, "I want to buy some flower rolls." "

I handed the money, and my aunt took the money, took out a plastic bag, put some rolls in it, tied a knot and put it in my hand. I skipped home with a plastic bag. At lunch, I tasted the bought rolls, and my heart was as sweet as honey.

It feels good to work! No pains, no gains.