I. Work
They don't walk around. They always stand under the big trees at city corners and intersections, waiting for the arrival of their employers. Usually when the employer comes, they will huddle together to fight for it, and the employer will choose someone with more strength to work for him at this time. Generally speaking, there are two kinds of jobs, one is chores, picking things and moving things, and the salary is about 70 yuan. The other is to make steel and decorate the building under construction, which is very hard, from morning till night, but employers always pay wages at the end of the year.
They are not slaves, but they listen to their employers all day like slaves. If they don't listen, their employer can cancel their salary for one year, then they will work for nothing. They are migrant workers.
Two. Clothing and background
Although not in rags, it can also be called simple. In winter, they only wear a cloth and light clothes and hide under a tree. The wind turned their legs slightly blue and their faces flushed with cold. They cowered in the cold wind and held each other's arms. No billionaire will kindly help them buy a car and a house to live in. Only they shivered in the cold wind and stared at the distance in confusion.
It is conceivable that people in rural areas are not well educated, so most of them don't know a few words. Most of them were born in poverty, so their education level is not high and they can only farm. They felt that the income from farming was too little, and the city was developed in science and technology, so they should make more money and walked a hundred miles. It's a pity that they didn't expect that the abacus of the city people was too loud and the beads were too dark to work in the city.
Step 3: Go to the door to collect debts.
Beihai is a coastal city, but this year, we began to overhaul our houses. Maybe there are too many tourists to see without building a few houses, or there is too much traffic. Anyway, this road in my house is being repaired. Two of the six buildings read "XX Garden does not pay wages to migrant workers", and all passers-by are not responsible for the owner of the garden. But, what's the use? Migrant workers are weak and bosses are rich and generous. If you want to owe, you owe. Even if you collect debts all day, the boss can keep you from seeing the shadow.
Migrant workers are born with a stubborn spirit. Even if they can't find you, they will call 1 10 to find trouble with the relevant departments of the garden. 1 10 won't help migrant workers, they will only stop this behavior of migrant workers, but if migrant workers don't understand this behavior, they will immediately attack and quarrel with the police. Migrant workers put all their hopes on the police, but when they see that the police are so unreasonable (they think so), they naturally feel emotional, and when they get excited, they will feel emotional. The police saw such excited migrant workers and tried to suppress their emotions with batons, but they didn't expect it to make the scene worse. The dissatisfaction of migrant workers broke out in an instant, such as the flood washed away an emotional gate and rushed to the police. A second later, the complaint of migrant workers turned into a struggle between the police and migrant workers. But after all, the migrant workers were unarmed, but the police had batons, and finally the migrant workers failed. There are more and more people watching. Probably everyone thinks that migrant workers are too pitiful, and the police are too arrogant and unreasonable. This is a society ruled by law, and there is no way. So I can only sigh.
Migrant workers also have difficulties. They don't really want to go against the boss. They used to be very simple people, but after entering the city, they suffered too many unfair things, so they were sensitive to wage arrears and afraid of their employers. It's not their fault, they are just poor people in this world.
Migrant workers will never take the initiative to do illegal things. They are passive when breaking the law, because we know they are simple people.
Now, whenever we pass the crossroads, we can still see many migrant workers looking into the distance, and their eyes are full of confusion.
2. Write an article about farmers.
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At the end of the city, there is no bustling market, no shining neon lights; At the end of the city, there are only weather-beaten dilapidated shanty towns; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them.
What should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or the second generation of migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them by their simple birth names, hold their hands and approach their lives. ...
They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls started jointing in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew into the city from the fields. For their livelihood and future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters, and came into contact with tall buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little hands can't tell the floors of the office building. Prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep imprint on their hearts.
They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into city life. But in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. Are the treasures in parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this era.
When they come home from school, they cook a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up in the middle of the night, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my tearful hometown; Make a wish quietly, hoping that their primary school for children of migrant workers will not close down tomorrow because they can't pay the electricity bill. ...
However, I saw their growth in their growing bodies. I remember a reporter asked a child in a school for migrant children if he would go back to his hometown after graduation. The little girl said without hesitation: Of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost cried for their growth.
I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but its grades are not bad", "We don't compare with children in the city" and "Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day.
Although, they are still worried about small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't afford to pay the utilities; Although, there are still many imperfect systems ... although there are many "although", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are thriving.
The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives.
They will eventually become us.
3. Composition describing farmers. This is a composition of 700 words.
I realize that it is not easy for farmers today. My father took me aside and said mysteriously, "Today, grandma and I are going to cut wheat. Will you go? " "Go!" I said excitedly, it's really boring at home. "Go ahead, you have to work, you can't just play!" Dad made a request. "good!" I promise! Grandma is washing dishes. Let's go first! Dad laughed at me for a long time when he saw that I was tired. I was angry but speechless, so I had to turn my back on Wheat. Wheat shakes its head in the wind like a child, and the more it looks, the more it likes it. "What's up, Dad?" I don't understand. At this moment, Dad raised his hand. "no! No way! Children can't cut, what if they cut their hands? " Then my father scraped some wheat by hand, cut their roots with a sickle, and cut a bundle with three times five divided by two. Just then, grandma came: "Let's cool down in the shade below!" " ""Oh, "I promised to pull some wheat to eat. The wheat fields, the sea and the hard-working farmers in the distance constitute a simple rural picture. Grandma and dad didn't complain that they were tired. Under the scorching sun, they hunched their backs and cut the wheat bit by bit. There is no fatigue and pain on their faces, only the joy of harvest ... finally, time passed and wheat piled all over the ground. "Well, your task is to pick up the fallen wheat, not without grain. "Dad gave an order and pulled me out of the shade without mercy." Oh, "I reluctantly stood up and sighed ... one, two ... I have more and more trophies in my hand. This tired and boring job makes me feel bored. Soon the sweat climbed up my face and dripped on a rough row of wheat oranges. My movements became slower and slower, and soon my father shouted, "Elegance, hurry up! """coming" I looked up, wow! Cut so much again! Hey! ...... I looked at the pile of labor results that I had earned with my own sweat and strength and shook my head: "It's not easy!" I stroked the pile of golden wheat like a pile of gold ... "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard." Whenever I see farmers working, I always respect them, and there is no bad habit of wasting food. Farmer, it's not easy!
4. A 600-word composition tells the feelings of migrant workers when they are working hard. We have long heard of the word migrant workers, but their life experiences and hardships happen all the time around us ... that morning, I got up late. I looked at my watch. It was 6: 40.
I got dressed in a hurry, washed in a hurry and rushed out of the house. It's very cold. It's raining in Mao Mao, and the cold wind is blowing, which makes people tremble.
Looking at the few pedestrians on the road, the feeling of desolation suddenly rose. When I ran to the bus stop sign, all the students in our school stood under the house to avoid the wind and rain ... while a middle-aged man stood under the raging wind and rain.
He carried a big bag on his back and carried it with a pole. He looked at the worn-out mobile phone from time to time.
After a while, a car finally came. He waved, picked up his luggage and got on the bus at any time. However, something unexpected happened. The bus driver who just stopped saw the luggage in his hand and immediately left the stop sign.
He seemed a little disappointed, but he got up the courage to stop another car, and the second and third cars were also stopped. In the fourth carriage, he stopped, and we tried our best to squeeze in without fear.
He stood behind us silently and got on the bus, but what he got was a sentence from the conductor: "Look at so many students, there is no place, wait for the next bus." He said, "Then I'll go down now."
He smiled awkwardly and turned around as if accompanied by depression and disappointment. Actually, there are not many people in the car. Actually, we are mystifying ourselves! On weekdays, boys and girls who fight are far apart, and some girls stand in the place where they put their luggage.
If we crowded together, he might get on the bus, but unfortunately we didn't ... After getting off the bus, we were ambivalent and even a little uneasy. Why? Because of the migrant workers, he stopped the car, why should we go up first? He had the priority to go to school, but he gave it to us innocent students.
He may have something urgent at home, or his children's relatives are expecting him. He should get on the bus before us.
Migrant workers are insignificant in our lives. They are hard-working, simple and kind, but they are bullied by some black-hearted bosses, who are in arrears with wages and are not responsible for work-related injuries. This is a true portrayal of migrant workers. They cast our offices, schools and other places with their own hands, and also cast our vanity psychology.
They sacrificed their happiness in exchange for our contempt and contempt. They created some corrupt people: bribing and showing off their wealth.
We repay the efforts of migrant workers by showing off our wealth, which is our greatest shame to migrant workers and even society. If we leave a little place for them in our hearts, a little place in our lives and a little care in our actions, then our hearts will not only be peaceful, but also be praised by the people around us.
We are human beings, so are migrant workers. We should care about each other, think about their difficulties and their morality. Sending someone roses is good for them, and what they receive later is good for you and respect for you.
In the past, I looked down on migrant workers, thinking that they smelled bad, didn't pay attention to their own quality, and threw them on the ground with their hands holding their noses when they finished one thing, so there was a pool of boogers on the ground. Even then, a large number of migrant workers were planting trees. When Chen Zhi and I saw it, we felt that it blocked other business fronts. Later, I despised them in the most popular language on campus. Although they realized it, they went on working.
As soon as I got home today, I hurried to the bedroom to do my homework. But I saw some migrant workers shoveling stones. I want to do my homework well, but my attention has been on these migrant workers, and I can't turn away. When I looked at them, the benefits of migrant workers suddenly appeared in my heart. I thought, "Why don't migrant workers use machines to move these stones?" But their backs are too bent to stand. I thought, "These migrant workers have earned money with their own labor. They have always seized the time against time and never let a penny be digested in the air on the way to their bags. They have earned not only money with their own labor, but also their gaunt bodies day by day. "At this moment, a man came over." This man may be their contractor! ""I thought. After a while, the man said a few words to them and left. I seem to hear a man say to migrant workers from a narrow space, "Hey, take your time, I'm going back to eat!" " "At that time, I really wanted to say something for these migrant workers. It was getting dark, and the migrant workers scooped up the last few stones with shovels, put them into sacks and walked with heavy steps. ...
I want to say to those who look down on migrant workers all over the world: "Migrant workers are also human beings, and it is doomed that they will rely on selling their labor to support their families all their lives. Why can't we give them a balanced space? " Why do you look at them with contempt? People are destined to earn money all their lives, but everyone has different ways. Why are migrant workers just a humble person in people's eyes? "
It was dark, and several migrant workers left with their own things, talking and laughing. I watched their gradually blurred figures, and two sincere tears slowly fell in my eyes.
I don't know if it's ok
6. Who can help me write a composition about farmers? On July 25th, 20 10, at 8: 30am-12: 00pm, the forum "Opportunities and Challenges for the Urbanization of the New Generation of Migrant Workers" was held in the first conference room of Harbin Tongxin Building. At present, among the 654.38+0.5 billion migrant workers who go out to work, the post-80 s and post-90 s account for 60%, which is almost 654.38+0 billion. These people are the so-called new generation of migrant workers. They are between 18-30 years old and have the characteristics of "three highs and one low": high education level, high career expectations, high material and spiritual enjoyment requirements and low work tolerance. Compared with their parents, their life is superior, they have never been hungry or frozen, and the problem of food and clothing has no concept in their minds. Therefore, they work in cities, and their endurance and hard-working spirit are far less than their parents.
Qiu Qiliang, a 23-year-old from Liannanshan District, is young, but he has been working outside for five years. Five years has made him feel different from the mountain people.
Now, his biggest dream is to open his own repair shop as the boss, and then buy a house in the city, get married and have children.
In the labor training centers of many cities in Guangdong, learning skills and being a city dweller have almost become the dreams of all young faces. Xie Jianshe, deputy director of the Human Rights Research Center of Guangzhou University, told reporters that even if they work, these new generations of migrant workers hope to have a good environment and a bright future. They are eager to integrate into the city.
One of the most striking highlights of the No.1 Document of the Central Committee this year is that the term "new generation of migrant workers" was put forward for the first time. As a major province of migrant workers in China, Guangdong has the largest number of new generation migrant workers in China. According to statistics, there are 654.38+0.5 billion migrant workers in China, including the "new generation of migrant workers"-nearly 654.38+0 billion migrant workers after 1980s and 1990s, accounting for 60% of the total migrant workers. Among the 26 million migrant workers in Guangdong, the proportion is as high as 75%, accounting for 654.38+0.462 million.
Wei, director of the Office of Migrant Workers of the Provincial Department of Human Resources and Labor Security, said that this shows that this group has become a new force that cannot be ignored.
Wei, director of the Office of Migrant Workers of the Provincial Department of Human Resources and Labor Security, said that this shows that this group has become a new force that cannot be ignored. In the next decade, we should realize the transformation of the living conditions and social development of the new generation of migrant workers by providing social reform and social supply in all aspects, which is the best way to solve and resolve the plight of the new generation of migrant workers.
7. Write the composition of farmers to narrative recommended reference:
1, Some Memories about Farmers;
"After cutting the grain at noon, sweat dripped into the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " When reading this poem, I will always see an old farmer hoeing and sowing in the field under the scorching sun, and his sweat drops one by one in the soil under the seedlings.
Whenever we throw away the leftover food, can we think of the farmer's uncle who works hard in the hot summer? Whenever we hate the dark skin and calloused hands of farmers' uncles, have we ever thought that the white rice we eat is the crystallization of their sweat?
In fact, every grain of rice is bought with the sweat of farmers' uncles, but it is not taken for granted in many people's eyes and often wastes food. I remember when I was a child, I always spilled rice on the table every time I ate. My father told me affectionately, "Daughter, don't waste it!" "But every time I turned a deaf ear to my father's advice, I didn't know how hard the farmer's uncle was until I was sensible now and read this poem again.
Now our life is getting richer and richer, and we don't have to worry about food and clothing. Even so, we can't be extravagant. Although we are well-fed and well-dressed, have you ever heard that in a certain corner of the world, there are still many people struggling for survival because they live in a hungry and cold environment ... Every time I see pictures of children in poor mountainous areas, I can't help crying. ...
People of our age live in poor mountainous areas. When they are in rags and eating stone-like steamed bread, we are still wasting it endlessly. ...
As a primary school student, we are not creators of wealth now, but consumers. Because of this, we should respect the farmer's uncle and cherish the good habit of food!
2. "Thanks to farmers"
Every time I go to the countryside, I see farmers busy under the scorching sun. How hard they should work in such a summer day.
Today, my mother and I went to visit a distant relative. It took a long time to get to Jiuli Lake, which is on the mountain. I guess this distant relative is also a diligent farmer.
Sure enough, my mother took me to a wooden house not far away. God, I see the wood in the house is a little rotten. I thought, if there is a natural disaster, can this house still hold up?
When a rooster saw a stranger, he immediately got into the coop. Sparrows flew away when they saw us, and even pigs stopped taking a nap. A thin old man appeared in front of my eyes, smiling kindly at us, and I quickly stepped forward to say hello. "How are you, Grandpa?" My mother said hello to the old man politely, and then went into the dark room. The furnishings in the room are simple, with a big table, four chairs, a stove and a lot of messy firewood, a broken cupboard and a big water tank, while there is only a bed and a small table upstairs. It's very cold. No wonder you can't feel the heating in the house in such hot weather. I think they don't even use a fan, which really saves electricity.
Hey! Why do I hear the cooing of chickens? I went out curiously to find out. I saw a group of greedy chickens approaching rice in the sun. Rice has become a golden carpet in front of the door under the sunshine, full of charm of "luring chickens". It's hard for farmers. If there is no food they grow, will there be porridge? Therefore, we should be content, rare and grateful, and learn to be kind and grateful to every farmer.
Although the lunch was not rich, it also tasted the five flavors of life. I'm afraid I can only thank these simple and hardworking mountain people.
On the way back, I saw golden rice and green wheat seedlings scattered in the fields. Of course, I also saw farmers with hunchbacks and sweating. I couldn't help shouting out of the window, "Thank you, thank you for everything.