Thoughts on selling rice after reading

After reading a work carefully, everyone must have a lot of feelings. It is very important to record it. Let's write a review. Don't think that you can just deal with your feelings after reading. The following is my feelings after reading rice for everyone. Welcome to share. 1

The girl who sells rice with her mother grew up and was admitted to Peking University. A touching article won the first prize in Peking University Literature Competition. When awarding the prize, it was her classmate who accepted the prize instead of her, because she had leukemia and had already passed away ... < P > I was very moved to read this article! From paying a penny at the beginning to selling at a discount ... It's really hard to do business. People who don't want to do business after reading this article.

In the third grade, before the Spring Festival, I followed my elder sister-in-law on a tricycle and went to sell fish, shrimp, chicken feet, chicken wings and so on near the Drum Tower. At that time, I was very shy. Looking at so many people coming and going in the street, I always wanted to cover my face with my cotton hat. I am most worried about meeting my classmates or teachers.

Try to imitate other vendors and say, "Chicken feet are six yuan a catty!" " "Four pieces for a catty of hairtail!" ..... I feel that every time I shout, my face is always burning and my face is thin! It's totally different from my cheekiness now.

I remember going early that day. A pretty girl came to me and asked me, boss, how much are the chicken feet? When I was nervous, I said, five and a half dollars! My aunt pulled my cuff and said, that's the purchase price. However, it doesn't matter, just open and sell!

It turns out that the girl is face-blind, which is very similar to my symptoms now. The next morning, she and her family came to that street again to buy chicken feet. However, she went back and forth in front of me several times, chanting, yesterday's chicken feet were very good and very cheap. Why can't I see the vendor selling chicken feet? I deliberately didn't make a sound in front of her. Maybe I changed into a dark gray cotton-padded coat and wore a worn cotton hat that day. I don't want to solicit customers at a low price. I am not a philanthropist in the winter! As a result, she left and came again, and finally asked me, "How much are the chicken feet?" I said, "Six and a half dollars!" As a result, she took her family away without hesitation.

Also, on the third day, I watched my junior high school head teacher pass by me. I was like a stake, watching him pass by me. I am shy, I am timid, I dare not stop him, otherwise, I would like to sell him the best chicken feet at the lowest price or even at a loss that day. However, I am like a log! I hate myself! Because the head teacher in charge of junior high school is my Chinese teacher and a person who has helped me a lot ...

The business finally ended the day before the Chinese New Year, and my elder sister-in-law gave me 2 yuan for my tuition. She said, consider it my salary. I am very grateful to her for making so much money in a week.

when I went home, I gave all my money to my mother and asked her to save it for me. However, in the end, I didn't become a hawker, but I had the experience of being a hawker, which made me have some sympathy and understanding for hawkers, so I rarely talked about the price when I bought something, and I bought it when I thought the price was reasonable. Ha ha.

when you think of the past, write it down with a pen. Thoughts on selling rice 2

The rapid pace of modern operation, like a rolling machine, constantly leaves old things and things behind.

Recently, an article "Selling Rice" was forwarded in the circle of friends, which made the network popular. The length of "Selling Rice" is not long, and it can be read completely in a few minutes. There is almost no gorgeous rhetoric stacking and decoration in the article, but the author tells the hardships and difficulties of family life in plain language, which makes people cry. The information in the article is straightforward and easy to understand. Because the author's father was ill, his mother planned to take some rice with her to collect and sell it to her father to buy medicine. She and her mother carried one hundred and fifty catties of rice to the market. When the market opened, because their rice was screened better than others, the rice vendor offered a price of one yuan and eight yuan, but her mother didn't sell it because she insisted on asking for one yuan and one yuan. When the market was about to break up, my mother asked for $1.8, and the rice vendor could only offer $1.5. They couldn't hold it for a long time, so they couldn't sell the rice. In the end, my mother reduced the price of rice to .5 yuan per catty, but at that time, there was no rice vendor to collect it. At the end of the day, both mother and daughter failed to sell the rice, so they had to take the rice home again. When I came home, the author took the heaviest share because of her love for her mother, but she accidentally spilled the rice. My mother regretted the rice, so she picked it up and put it in a hat to feed the chickens. When I got home, my mother told my father about the rice sale that day. They all thought that it was not easy for farmers to grow these grains and they could not sell them cheaply. Helpless, the family always has to live, and her father's illness also needs to be cured. Her mother told her to take less responsibility and go to another place to sell rice tomorrow. The full text is simple, and it tells the story of her and her mother's day selling rice. However, beyond those ordinary words and sentences, we can't help but think deeply.

Maybe many people think that $1.1 and $1.8 are just two cents short. Mother doesn't have to be so persistent. Just sell it. It's no big deal. After all, there is almost no concept of points at the moment, and even the simplest but spicy strips are fifty cents. However, in the hard times at that time, not only to support a large family, but also to study the tuition fees of children, parents had to hold on to every penny in their hands. The author's parents were a microcosm of tens of millions of farmers in China at that time. They were all equally hardworking, with simple hearts like the white rice in the text, kind and selfless dedication to their children, and at the same time fell into a helpless predicament.

They are always the people who deserve our respect the most, the parents who have paid for us behind us. 3

After reading Selling Rice, I feel the same way when I see someone commenting that I dare not watch Selling Rice for the second time.

I remember one time when I was in junior high school, my composition was read on the platform as a model essay by my teacher. It was not how well I wrote it, but the content in it was still somewhat touching at that time. What I wrote was My Father.

"In the summer of June, it was very hot. When I got home from school, I started chopping pig grass and then cooked pig food. In the sunset before nightfall, my father came back with a watermelon in his arms. I couldn't wait to pick it up and take it to the kitchen to cut it open. Since both my sisters went to school in other places, my father, mother and I were at home, so I cut it into three parts and held my own one and began to bury my head. "

"The next day, I also went home to finish my work and waited for my father and mother to come home. At the same time, my father came back on time, but he only had half a watermelon in his hand. Of course, he conveniently handed it to me and said that he had eaten it on his way back."

"On the weekend, our village friend told us that he bought a freezer at home to freeze popsicles. In order to increase the credibility of what he said, he pointed to me and said to his friends, "Xiaoguang's father took watermelon to freeze two days ago, don't believe you ask him" ... I didn't care much at that time, but I woke up later. It should be that my father took his and his mother's share of watermelon to freeze, and then brought it to me the next day. "

Time flies. Now it's 2xx years. My father left when he was working in the field because of cerebral hemorrhage in 2xx. It was very simple. Three months after my mother was extremely sad, I took her to Shandong. We live on the construction site, and when I drive the tower crane, she does odd jobs and picks up little things to cook for me. The busyness of working makes her forget to think about her father and forget her sadness. In 2xx, I bought a house in the county town, and my second sister got married. At the beginning of 2xx, my elder sister and second sister gave birth to two treasures one after another. The three of us discussed it and thought that we could no longer let my mother follow me around. Letting her take care of the children should make her smile more.

my mother couldn't bear the request of the three of us to stay in the county to take care of my eldest sister, and I couldn't bear the boredom of the construction site and went to the city to change careers and start over. Everything is getting better now. It's not easy for my parents to raise our three children. On the whole mountain ridge, three of them went to high school, and two went to college, all of them came from my home. I dropped out of school in the second year of my second year of high school. Speaking of which, I feel unfilial. My father's wish actually means that all three of us can go to college and show off in front of our workmates ...

Now every year when I go home, I will go back to my hometown and climb that mountain ridge to pay my respects to my father. Although there are no people on the mountain because of returning farmland to forests, there are only lush weeds and shady Woods, but I am not afraid, because my father is sleeping here.

when I finished reading "selling rice", in fact, my tears were almost falling. I couldn't help thinking about my father because of the similar growth environment and the experiences of my peers. He was only 54 years old when his father went, and he was really young. Children want to raise but don't want to be close ... After reading about selling rice, 4

Occasionally, I read the article Selling Rice by Zhang Peixiang, a talented woman from Peking University. After reading it, I burst into tears. After a long time, I felt that my heart was blocked by bitterness. Facing life, I suddenly realized. Health, easy; Live, easy; Life is not easy! Happiness, hard-won, needs to be more cherished!

"Selling Rice" tells a simple story: my father was ill, and my eldest daughter helped my mother to sell rice. I thought that rice was good and I could sell more money. Who would have thought that there were so many villagers selling rice, and rice sellers took the opportunity to collectively lower the price. Not willing to be blackmailed, my mother didn't sell any rice, and she didn't have the money to buy medicine for her father. In the end, she had to go to a market farther away and sell it at a low price.

the biggest difference between people is that some people are living and others are just living. The difference between two cents a kilo of rice is three dollars for 15 kilos of rice. Nowadays, it's hard to imagine who would be serious for three dollars? Who is reluctant to eat a grape popsicle with 2 cents? Who will sweep up the spilled rice to feed the chickens? The answer is poor farmers, just because it is very hard to support a family, every penny is hard to come by: my father is waiting at home for rice to exchange money for medicine to treat diseases, and my brother and sister want money for school. When my sister and mother go out to sell rice, my brother is only eleven or twelve years old, and he has to find a hoe to release water.

It turns out that some people have spent all their energy just living a simple life.

Do you still remember Zhou Rong, the truck driver who risked his life to fight against the 14-level typhoon? On August 23rd, 2xx, Typhoon Tiange landed in Guangdong. Zhou Rong, a truck driver, tried to support the overturned truck with his own hands, and the car fell down and died. Because Zhou Rong relies on trucks to support his family, his family is all, and trucks are his life. He just wanted to save his family's life, but he lost his own.

at that moment, what Zhou Rong desperately propped up was not a truck, but the burden of life.

In fact, there is no such thing as empathy in the world. If you can't get a needle, you won't know how painful it is. When I was young, I used to laugh at my grandmother, saying that it was stingy for her to turn on the air conditioner in hot weather, that it was humiliating for her to bargain for 1 cents or 2 cents when buying vegetables, that it was unsanitary for her to pick up the rice that fell on the table, and even made jokes about why she didn't eat meat when she didn't have food. In fact, in today's food and clothing, we should not forget the hardships of life.

life, like a cup of bitter tea, will not be bitter for a lifetime, but it will be bitter for a while. The only thing we can do is to seize the present and cherish what we have. Don't cry for the spilled milk, and don't worry about the falling leaves. Believe it, happy days will come!

life is not easy, life is not easy, and you should do it and cherish it.