Writing essay title Labor makes me grow

1. Change the composition

Labor makes me grow up. I had a fish-making experience in the third grade, which made me gain a lot.

It was a Sunday. My mother bought two fish and put them in the pond. Make a dish. But I have never learned to cook! It doesn't matter, what's so difficult about this? Isn't it just frying, stir-frying, and roasting; then add some seasonings? Yes, I just did it. I found a net, fished out a fish, held it down with all my strength, disemboweled it, removed the scales, then put it into the pot, lit the fire, and put some oil in it.

After a while, the pot was hot, the oil was boiling, but the fish was jumping around in it. I quickly covered the pot with a lid, but the fish still kept lifting the pot lid, and the kitchen kept making "ding-dong-dang-dang" noises. It was so lively! I turned the heat to the maximum, and after a while, the pot gradually became quiet.

I held my breath, gritted my teeth, opened my eyes wide, and quietly opened a small crack in the lid of the pot. I saw that the fish had been scalded, and I felt relieved. I took out the ingredients, poured salt, MSG, and soy sauce on the fish, and then shoveled it with a shovel.

"Pap tap tap," the fish jumped again, and I was immediately in a hurry. "Why isn't this fish dead?" I kept pouring oil on the fish, and the fish kept slapping the oil with its tail, splashing all over me.

Looking at the burnt fish, I sat on the ground and gasped feebly. I finally understood that labor is not as simple as I thought. [Revision note: The main purpose of the exercise is to write about the difficulty of being a fish, to show that "I" understand the truth and have the emotion of "growing up".

But the first two paragraphs, talking about my mother buying back fish, have little to do with the difficult process of "I" making fish that the article wants to focus on. However, it seems incomplete without explaining it, so I have to use summary words. Go write. ]. 2. An essay on the topic of labor and growth

Labor is the most glorious

In the past, when I heard elders or books and newspapers praising those working people at the bottom of society, I often did so carelessly and just took it as a Hearing the wind, there is no deep feeling or understanding. It wasn't until a little thing touched me that I truly realized the meaning!

It was the summer of 2004, and the sun was unleashing its fiery passion. As I was walking on the way to school, my shirt had already been soaked with sweat, and there were sweat stains on my back carrying my schoolbag. I wish I could have a transfer method and transfer it to an air-conditioned room, that would be so cool!

Finally, I turned into an alley leading to the community. Several children were shouting to buy cold drinks with their pocket money. Suddenly, a leg wearing blue trousers jumped into my eyes. Then there was a stench, and the woman holding a bicycle next to her covered her nose and fled into the apartment building. I was stunned by what I saw. A middle-aged man in blue cleaning clothes was lying on the ground, reaching into the stinky sewer and pulling out puddles of black and gray garbage with a disgusting smell. What is even more unacceptable is that he did not wear gloves and used his hands to make close contact with those things. The stench didn't scare me at first, although I still felt nauseous two or three times. Because that cleaning lady endured worse smells than I did.

But in the end I couldn't stand the extremely bad and suffocating smell and walked through that hellish place. I looked back many times, but he was still lying there, not covering his nose!

Although it was just a very ordinary scene, he really touched me! When I walked there before, I saw that the sewage had overflowed. The drain was clogged with some plastic bags, coke bottles, dishes and a lot of hair. At that time, I was complaining that no one was sent to clean the property. What was the food for? The jaw-dropping scene today finally made me realize what true glory is!

We should really cherish the labor of others! It's not about money.

Who else today would be so willing to do such a dirty and tiring job! We just need such simple working people to show the most beautiful side of our society!

of course, i will practice myself to be more independent. independence is a rather crutial ability for future development, so if there are any problems, i will do my best to solve it personally, and won't ask someone at first as before.

This is what i arrange for my new life, and hope it will start soon. i am ready for it!

You wrote it yourself No points awarded. But if you have any questions about composition, please feel free to contact me!

Thank you 3. @ Use labor to accompany my growth as a topic 600 words

Be a worker Today, the autumn is crisp and the sun is shining brightly, but I am worrying about writing an essay! Hey, there is an aunt who is cleaning there, why don't I go and experience the hard work of their workers sweeping the streets! I walked towards my aunt, who asked me, "What's the matter, kid?" I said, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask about your work!" Although I didn't wear the badge of a young reporter, I pretended to be one. I asked my aunt like this: "Auntie, you have to get up very early every day to work like this!" (I asked and wrote down) "Yes, in this industry, if you can't afford to get up early, you won't be able to finish the day's work!" "Then what do you want? "What time do you get up?" "It's almost four or five o'clock!" "Is it like this in winter?" "Yes!" "Auntie, is it hard for you to do this?" "Of course it's hard work! We have to sweep the floor, pick up garbage, and maintain environmental sanitation...we have to do many things in a day! Sometimes when it rains, the cars can't see the puddles, so they drive aside, and the water splashes on us "It's not easy for you to do this!" "Yes, sometimes you can't go home during the holidays. You have to finish your work before you can go home for the holidays!" After hearing this, I didn't have the courage to ask any more.

I wanted to experience this kind of labor, so I said to my aunt: "Auntie, can you let me experience your work?" "Yes, you can, but it will stain your clothes!" Auntie Advise me. But I said to my aunt: "It's okay. If it gets dirty, ask mom to wash it!" "Let's forget it!"... After my pleading, my aunt finally agreed! I took a broom and swept it on the road. The broom was very big. I didn’t know how to sweep it, so I just swept it here and there. After 10 minutes of doing it, I was out of breath, as if I was coming back from a marathon.

My aunt couldn't stand it anymore, so she asked me how to sweep. I learned how to do it, so I used the heavy broom to sweep up and down the road. When I saw the garbage, I picked it up with my hands. At first, I refused to pick it up, but when I saw the scene of me throwing away the garbage, I had to reach out and pick up the disgusting garbage.

I persisted like this for an hour, and I came home dirty. My mother asked me: "What did you do, and why did you make your clothes dirty?" I was already very tired, so I didn't answer. Just fell asleep on the couch! After this labor experience, I felt that it is not easy to sweep the streets. I have to get up so early every day to work. Sweeping the floor on the street, you have to eat dust and be splashed by water... We sat in the car and watched them sweeping the floor on the street, but it was really not easy to experience it.

If someone asks me: "Who is the most respectable person?" my first answer is "Workers are the most respectable people!" Silent workers 365 days and nights, loneliness accompanied by responsibility Finished walking.

Year after year, the new greenery of spring is ushered in in a blink of an eye, bringing workers their own holiday - "May Day" Labor Day.

No complaints, no expectations. Expectations turn into persistence in your heart, and labor purifies your soul. Love of labor has become a virtue, and desire for labor has become a fashion.

Labor is like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, providing the initial enlightenment for mankind to move towards civilization and prosperity. Is that a stubborn rock? No, you can use your hands to turn it into a hunting steel gun! Is that a mess? No, you can use your hands to turn it into paper that can be written on! When humans give wings to their fantasies, they turn them into reality through their hands.

The power of labor allows humans to create miracles! The workers in my mind I don’t know if the workers in my classmates’ minds are the same as mine. Some people will think she is a doctor, and they will give many answers. Some will say: My mother is a doctor. I see her go out early and come back late every day. I have not seen her several times in a week; some will say: My father. He is also a doctor, and he is also very busy. Sometimes in the middle of the night, the hospital calls to say that a patient needs to be rescued, or someone who has been beaten to the head and bleeding is sent to the hospital for rescue; some people say: Although my mother is a nurse, she During the SARS period, he never left his job for a moment, standing on the front line of SARS and encouraging patients to fight against the devil.

Waiting. This is what they think when I ask them where are the cleaners? They all said: What's so good about them? They are smelly, expensive, uneducated, and have low wages. Then let's do it to our parents! The literature is high, the job is clean, and the salary is high. If my parents were cleaners, where would I put my face? Under the guidance of my classmates, who wants to make friends with me? But I think the cleaning staff are the most amazing! Their work can be seen by us students every morning, but have you seen your parents working seriously in the hospital? I guess you can’t see it! You can’t even hear it! Maybe your parents still have food, seats, and seats while working, not to mention a salary, which is more than twice that of a cleaning worker.

What about the cleaners? They have no seats or food, so they can only sweep on the road with brooms and dustpans. Their wages are low, but they can only do this in order to support their families because they have little education! They make money through hard work and with their own hands. You can also learn what it’s like to sweep the floor! I think that's a job where you and I have to live with each other. If you scan for less than half an hour and you say you're tired, what about them? They have less time than you, but they are not afraid of tiredness or hardship. It is not easy to support a family with their calloused hands! In the hot summer, they have to sweep the floor under the scorching sun. There is no cold air conditioner, no cold spring water, and no sunscreen for summer; Beads of sweat, my body is covered with a layer of black skin. I won’t even go to the hospital if I have a heat stroke. I’m afraid I’ll have to spend money to see a doctor. I just ask my wife to help me twist it at home (this is the traditional method of Hangzhou people). Heatstroke can be cured, I know this too. 4. Change the composition

Labor makes me grow up

I had a fish-making experience in the third grade, which made me gain a lot.

It was a Sunday. My mother bought two fish and put them in the pond. Make a dish.

But I have never learned to cook! It doesn't matter, what's so difficult about this? Isn't it just frying, stir-frying, and roasting; then add some seasonings? Yes, I just did it. I found a net, fished out a fish, held it down with all my strength, disemboweled it, removed the scales, then put it into the pot, lit the fire, and put some oil in it. After a while, the pot was hot, the oil was boiling, but the fish was jumping around in it. I quickly covered the pot with a lid, but the fish still kept lifting the pot lid, and the kitchen kept making "ding-dong-dang-dang" noises. It was so lively!

I turned the heat to the maximum, and after a while, the pot gradually became quiet.

I held my breath, gritted my teeth, opened my eyes wide, and quietly opened a small crack in the lid of the pot. I saw that the fish had been scalded, and I felt relieved. I took out the ingredients, poured salt, MSG, and soy sauce on the fish, and then shoveled it with a shovel. "Pap tap tap," the fish jumped again, and I was immediately in a hurry. "Why isn't this fish dead?" I kept pouring oil on the fish, and the fish kept slapping the oil with its tail, splashing all over me.

Looking at the burnt fish, I sat on the ground and gasped feebly. I finally understood that labor is not as simple as I thought.

[Modification explanation: The main purpose of the exercise is to write about the difficulty of being a fish, to show that "I" have realized the truth, and thus have the emotion of "growing up". But the first two paragraphs, talking about my mother buying back fish, have little to do with the difficult process of "I" making fish that the article wants to focus on. However, it seems incomplete without explaining it, so I have to write it in general terms. ] 5. High school essay about labor accompanying my growth

Sample essay reference:

Mencius said: "Everyone has a heart of shame and disgust." He also said: "There is no shame and disgust. The heart is not human. The spider catches insects and just sits in its web. But who knows that every night, the spider has to weave its web again? The fable "Waiting for the Rabbit" is a well-known story. Once upon a time There was a farmer who was planting several acres of land. One day, the farmer went to work in the field. Suddenly, he saw a rabbit flying over like an arrow and slammed into a big tree on the farmer's field. The farmer ran over quickly, picked up the rabbit, and said happily, "This is really a big deal!" You can have a nice meal when you go back." He carried the rabbit and went home happily. The farmer thought: Maybe there will be another rabbit running around tomorrow, and I can't let go of such a bargain. The next day, the farmer really He stopped working, went to the field, and kept guarding the big tree, waiting for the second stupid rabbit to hit him. However, after waiting for a day and nothing, the farmer was unwilling. From then on, he waited for the second stupid rabbit to hit him. Sitting under the tree and waiting. The farmer waited, waited, until the weeds in the field grew taller than the crops, and he didn't even see a shadow of a rabbit.

Labor created human beings, and labor created In the world, labor not only brings us food and clothing, but also brings us happiness. Nowadays, many people do not like labor, despise labor and hope for "pie in the sky". Labor is glorious, it has no distinction between high and low, every labor All are equal

Gorky once said: The most beautiful things in our world are created by labor and the clever hands of people. In fact, we are born as a group of workers, and it is labor that makes us This colorful world was created. It is labor that makes the fields and fruits fragrant everywhere, and it is labor that makes the red scarf float joyfully into the ocean of knowledge.

Infinite knowledge is the crystallization of labor, and any achievement is the result of labor. It is the result of hard work. Love of labor is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, and we should pass it on. Ambition is a seedling of genius. After being cultivated by hands that love labor, it will grow into a strong tree in the fertile fields and fertile soil. We are Workers are the masters of the future world. They should feel the world with their hearts and beautify the world with actions.

Diligent people will achieve amazing achievements; lazy people will be mediocre. 6. Composition on Labor and Growth 800 words expedited

People are constantly learning to do various things in their lives, and I am no exception. Among so many things, the one that impressed me the most is that I learned to wash dishes.

When I was in third grade, many children my age could do some basic housework, but I still couldn’t do anything except folding quilts, and my father and mother noticed. , anxious in my heart, I decided to let me learn the simplest housework first - washing dishes. After hearing this, I beat my chest and answered in my loudest voice: "No problem, sure." As for me, you just wait to eat from clean bowls."

As soon as I said it, I took a pile of unwashed bowls and put them into the sink.

I followed my mother's example, turned on the faucet, and rinsed slowly several times with water. I wiped off the debris on the bowl with my hands while rinsing. It went very smoothly at first, and many debris on the bowl had been cleared away. I turn off the tap. I thought proudly: "Now all that's left is to apply dish soap. I used to hear my father and mother say that washing dishes is difficult, but I didn't expect it to be anything more than that." I was about to take the dishwashing liquid, but suddenly my hand slipped and the bowl exploded on the ground. I quickly picked up the bowl and thought to myself: "It was a pure accident. This bowl is so pitiful. The first one became the victim. But you can’t blame me, failure is the mother of success.” Then I picked up another bowl and started washing it. This bowl seemed to be against me, and it kept sliding down. I washed it for a long time, but it still wasn't clean. When I was in a hurry, I loosened my hand and heard a "dong" sound. 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. The bowl fell and I was "hemi-disabled". I retreated in my heart and thought: "If this continues, I will drop all the bowls in the pool." At this time, my mother walked in and asked me with a smile: "Have the dishes been washed? Your father and I are waiting to eat with the dishes you washed!". I was so ashamed that I lowered my head and replied, "Not yet, I can't always wash the dishes." When my mother saw it, she said, "Don't be impatient. I'll show you how to do it." After saying that, my mother picked up the bowl, rinsed it skillfully with water, then applied dishwashing liquid, carefully cleaned away the debris with her hands, and finally rinsed the dishwashing liquid with water. I carefully observed my mother's movements and saw her wiping the bottom of the bowl clean, and then wiping it up in circles. My mother told me while wiping it: "Oily bowls are not easy to wash." I suddenly understood and thought: "No wonder the first bowl is easy to wash, but the second bowl is not easy to wash." Then I learned My mother looked like she was rinsing clumsily. Although the dishes I washed were not as good as my mother's, I was still very happy. Then I washed all the dishes the same way as last time.

Looking at the pile of clean and comfortable bowls, I felt very happy. From this dishwashing experience, I not only learned how to wash dishes, but also learned: practice makes talent possible! 7. Labor makes me grow more beautiful composition

With the spring breeze blowing and the morning light, we stepped into the campus and started a new day of study and life. Students, do you feel that our campus is so beautiful?

Yes, I've felt it. First of all, let us take a look at this beautiful scenery: a very impressive teaching building makes the entire campus charming. It is here that we try our best to absorb knowledge and nutrition, travel in the ocean of knowledge, and fully express ourselves; the tall building in the north A magnificent experimental library building has been erected with complete facilities; the design of the school's central square is also unique, with green grass, blooming flowers, and dancing bees and butterflies, making our campus more vibrant and energetic. It is a good place for our teachers and students to stop and wander; standing on the clean asphalt road, staring at the statues of famous people, it stirs up some excitement in our hearts and adds some confidence; and what makes us even more refreshing is that it is neat, beautiful, and There are brightly colored plastic playgrounds and simple and elegant garden-style buildings along the river. After this, we will say goodbye to the dusty scenes of physical education classes and aerobics, and will be replaced by a clean, comfortable, and more spacious activity venue.

Yes, we grew up here, learned here, exercised here, and were happy here. How can we not make people feel relaxed and happy?

Apart from being comfortable, can we imagine that such a beautiful and comfortable learning environment was designed with great effort by our school leaders? Yes, it is our leaders who have tried every means to raise funds so that we can grow more healthily and lively, and have added beautiful scenery to our campus.

Students, beauty comes from the outpouring of love. The beautiful campus is the inspiration of designers, the care of school leaders, and the hard work of workers.

Students, as a middle school student, what should we do when facing such a beautiful campus? Do you have the heart to drop the waste paper in your hands and tarnish its spotless purity? Do you have the heart to make loud noises and disrupt its tranquility and harmony? Do you have the heart to do some uncivilized behavior and destroy its beauty? Indeed, there are still such phenomena and a small number of students on our campus, such as: uncivilized language and swearing; disrespecting others and contradicting teachers and parents; booing, chasing and fighting after class; spitting and littering Mineral water bottles, spitting gum, throwing paper scraps; bullying the small, bullying the weak; what is particularly worth mentioning is: in the sewer pipes in our newly built plastic playground, you can basically find them in every drain. Waste paper and food packaging bags, etc. Alas!

Speaking of this: I can't help but think of a story:

Singapore is a country where English is commonly spoken. Most of the various slogans in public places in this country are written in English. However, some of the slogans involving civility and politeness, such as "No spitting", "No smoking", "No entering the lawn", etc. are written in Chinese. Why? People replied: Because most of the people who engage in these uncivilized behaviors are tourists from mainland China! For this reason, a middle school principal who visited Singapore once said earnestly to his students: Uncivilized behavior is a national humiliation.

Yes, being uncivilized is shameful, ugly, and incompatible with beauty. Individuals represent the image of the country abroad, relatives abroad represent the image of their families, and students represent the image of the school in society. In the final analysis, it reflects the level of personal quality.

The campus is my home, and beauty depends on everyone. To make our campus more beautiful, we must start from me, start from the small things around us, and start from today, so that we can learn better and To live, we need a beautiful, harmonious and orderly campus environment. We are the owners of the school and should make our own contribution to building a beautiful campus. To this end, our Class 11 of 2006 issued an initiative to all students in the school:

Advocate to all students: A beautiful campus starts with me! I am responsible for protecting the environment! Let us start from now and work together to build our beautiful and lovely campus!

1. Don’t throw away confetti, food packaging paper bags, etc., but consciously throw them into the trash can in class or school; when you see someone throwing them, take the initiative to discourage or help pick them up.

2. Take good care of the flowers, plants and trees on our campus, do not play on the lawn, and do not carve graffiti on walls and trees; we must actively discourage any random destruction of greening.

3. Do not damage class and school property at will, and avoid any behavior that damages the playground: such as eating snacks in the playground, throwing garbage into the sewer, smoking in the playground, damaging plastic or lawn, etc., and do so at all times. Pay attention and remind students to take good care of public property.

4. Maintain good class hygiene at all times, especially the class hygiene corner, maintain environmental sanitation in the class hygiene responsibility area, establish a good image of the class and the school, and give people a clean, tidy and beautiful enjoyment.

Students, don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. Don't do good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil deeds because they are small. It is everyone's responsibility to care for the campus and beautify the environment. When you are about to throw away the melon rind and shell, please walk a few more steps and put it in the trash can; when you see pieces of paper floating on the ground while walking, please bend down and pick it up. stand up. If we all take good care of ourselves and abide by public ethics, our campus will definitely be cleaner, neater and more beautiful. Classmates, in order for us to have a more beautiful and comfortable learning environment, and in order for us to grow more healthily and lively, let us join hands to create a beautiful campus environment. Let's make our campus more beautiful! 8. Composition on growth through labor

I grew up through labor

The pure blue sky is like a crystal sapphire, shining on me with the afternoon sun. I am cleaning the dining table with a small rag.

As I wiped it, I recalled all the things that happened when I was growing up in labor. My heart couldn’t help but fly back to my home two years ago...

At that time, I was young and ignorant, always thinking Mom can do everything, but I can do nothing. So, one summer afternoon, I was sitting on the couch watching TV. Suddenly, my mother came over and said to me seriously: "Xinxin, now that you have grown up, it is time to start sharing the housework for your mother. So, you will wash the dishes today." What! I shuddered when I thought about the dishes covered with rice grains and greasy food. I thought to myself: How can I sit in front of the computer and type on my beloved keyboard when my "fine hands" are stained with those things? So, I acted coquettishly and begged, but my mother was determined to let me wash it. In desperation, I had no choice but to walk into the kitchen, face the dirty dishes, and get busy.

A moment later, a "thunder" came into the quiet room: "Mom! I've finished washing!" "No, it's so fast, you must not have washed well, right?" Mom said as she walked. "Who said that," I argued hurriedly, "I must have washed it!" "In that case, give me a bowl and let me check it. Only if I say it's OK can I pass the test," my mother said. When I heard this, I quickly handed over a bowl and asked my mother to check it. When my mother touched it, her face darkened: "You didn't put any dish soap, did you? No wonder it was so fast." I nodded in shame. So my mother started to give me a demonstration: she took out a dirty bowl, took some water, soaked the rag, squeezed a little detergent on it, then put the rag in the bowl and wiped it vigorously until the oil stains were removed. Rinse clean under the tap. "Look, it's clean this way." Mom said. I couldn't help but open my eyes. The bowl that was greasy just now was now as clean as new. The whole process is like magic, like an ugly duckling turning into a swan. Maybe it was at this time that I understood the meaning of labor.

So, I followed my mother's example and watched the bowls become white; watched the "ugly ducklings" turn into "white swans"; watched them become as white as white one by one. of jade. I, unconsciously, enjoy the happiness that labor brings me.

Since then, I have fallen in love with labor, falling in love with sharing the burden for my mother, and falling in love with looking at my results and smiling involuntarily! I grow up in labor and draw happiness from labor. Labor made me understand that everything human beings are inseparable from labor. So I want to mature slowly through labor and grow into a sensible child!