A descriptive article on father's labor

1. Write an article about my work with my father. Unforgettable affection. There are many small fish in my mind, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the little golden goldfish. ...

I remember when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year. My classmates were talking about the beauty of spring happily, but I felt bad. Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The whole class said, "Look, her lips are blue." After several classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up and saw my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was 40 degrees" and my mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. Unexpectedly, I was hospitalized for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side. When I got well, I found my mother's eyes were black and her silver hair was a little more. ...

Father and mother

It seems that since childhood, most of the compositions involving family ties are about mothers, their gentleness, kindness and love. We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father.

A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions. When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under.

Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there. My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her deep love for her father.

Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss. This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me.

2. Details of Father's Labor Description Composition Details of Parents' Labor Recently, seven "little guests" came to my house-the snail family.

Let me introduce you first. There are black eldest brother, black second brother, Larry, snail, Niu Niu, * * * and stupid pig in the snail family.

Today, I am very happy to take them to school to race with other snails. The home team (1 person) and the challenge team are divided on the field.

I am one of the parents of the challenge team snail. From the beginning to now, the challenge team was very unhappy and lost the game.

The snail parents of our team are really disappointed today. Look, some frown and complain that their snails are not as good as champions; Some patted the table and shouted "bad luck"; The others were so angry that they threw all the snails out.

The champion won. My snail was the last one to appear, and everyone pinned their hopes on me.

I held my breath and carefully took out my "long-distance champion"-"black boss" snail. It slowly sticks its head out, lets its tentacles dangle in the air, and touches the ground from time to time, as if exploring the road.

After a while, he stuck out his head and left his heavy hard shell behind, ready to fight with the champion "Panther" snail. Everyone stared at the two snails on the table.

At first, my snail was far behind. I was so anxious that I ran up and down like a monkey and shouted at it, "Climb!" " Climb up! Rush up! "The" black boss "finally rushed to the front at a corner. It's almost over, everyone is very happy and shouts "Come on" for it.

My snail seems to hear something. It stretches and contracts to speed up the pace, keeps climbing forward and climbs more happily. And "Panther" seemed to be frightened by something, and suddenly got into the hard shell and did not move.

"I won!" I jumped for joy. Challenge team, no! Not only the "parents" of the challenge team, but also the champion looked at me eagerly and envied me! "Zhang Xi' an has really become a snail mother." At this time, I don't know who made a witty remark, which made everyone laugh.

Happy laughter echoed in the classroom for a long time and drifted into the distance.

3. Diary about Dad's work. Dad who loves his job

My father is very handsome, with a sharp hedgehog head. He also loves his job. He cooks and washes dishes almost every day. ...

Let me tell you something about Saturday!

In the morning, my father got up at half past five and was busy making breakfast. He washed the beans first, then put them in the soymilk machine, added 1 liter of water, and began to beat soymilk. Then go into the kitchen to prepare an omelet.

He mixed the egg noodles first, and then made a cake with a frying pan. There is a fragrance floating in my nose. It's the smell of egg cake and soybean milk. I got out of bed at an amazing speed at once.

Get dressed, brush your teeth and wash your face, and then we have breakfast at the table.

After breakfast, the first thing my father did was to wash the dishes, sweep them carefully, and then take the garbage down. Then ride an electric car and take my mother to the market to buy lunch and evening dishes.

After he came back, he was busy washing clothes and mopping the floor.

My father I have a fierce and humorous elder. He is my father.

My father has a white face in Zhang Yuanyuan, shiny black hair, long and narrow eyes, a flat nose and thick lips, but he is particularly expressive. When he is happy, he will pout and make faces. When unhappy, that fierce expression is like a flaming mountain that is about to erupt. He is very strict with me.

I remember once, my father was surfing the Internet. As soon as I came back from school and entered the room, he asked, "How was the Chinese exam today?" "Not bad!" I replied. "What did you test today?" I should say, "Fill in the blanks, compose words, read ..."

A week later, the teacher handed out the test paper. Wow! I only got over 80 points in the exam. After school, I walked home alone with my head down. As soon as my father saw me, he hurriedly asked, "Is the exam result unsatisfactory?" "Um ... eighty ... seventy-seven ..."

I hesitate to say. As soon as he heard this, he immediately stopped surfing the internet and gave me a good beating without saying anything.

Ah! What a fierce father! Dad is not only fierce, but also humorous. I remember once, when he came home from work, I had finished my homework. He said to me seriously, "Hello, what's your name?" I leaned forward and leaned back with joy.

Another time, after finishing my homework, I was playing table tennis alone. As soon as he came back, he said, "Are you playing football?" My mother and I burst out laughing. My father is really humorous.

5. The details of parents' labor describe the details of parents' labor.

Recently, seven "little guests" came to my house-the snail family. Let me introduce you first. There are black eldest brother, black second brother, Larry, snail, Niu Niu, * * * and stupid pig in the snail family. Today, I am very happy to take them to school to race with other snails.

The home team (1 person) and the challenge team are divided on the field. I am one of the parents of the challenge team snail. From the beginning to now, the challenge team was very unhappy and lost the game. The snail parents of our team are really disappointed today. Look, some frown and complain that their snails are not as good as champions; Some patted the table and shouted "bad luck"; The others were so angry that they threw all the snails out. The champion won. My snail was the last one to appear, and everyone pinned their hopes on me. I held my breath and carefully took out my "long-distance champion"-"black boss" snail. It slowly sticks its head out, lets its tentacles dangle in the air, and touches the ground from time to time, as if exploring the road. After a while, he stuck out his head and left his heavy hard shell behind, ready to fight with the champion "Panther" snail. Everyone stared at the two snails on the table. At first, my snail was far behind. I was so anxious that I ran up and down like a monkey and shouted at it, "Climb!" " Climb up! Rush up! "The" black boss "finally rushed to the front at a corner. It's almost over, everyone is very happy and shouts "Come on" for it. My snail seems to hear something. It stretches and contracts to speed up the pace, keeps climbing forward and climbs more happily. And "Panther" seemed to be frightened by something, and suddenly got into the hard shell and did not move. "I won! "I jumped for joy.

Challenge team, no! Not only the "parents" of the challenge team, but also the champion looked at me eagerly and envied me! "Zhang Xi' an has really become a snail mother." At this time, I don't know who made a witty remark, which made everyone laugh. Happy laughter echoed in the classroom for a long time and drifted into the distance. ...

6. I hope the composition describing my father's life and work can help you, and I hope it will be adopted!

When I go home every week, I can always see my father working in the fields. He mowed the grass, fertilized or cultivated seedlings, and cared for the ten acres of land like a child. My father plans to plant what and how much on which land.

My father is a deep man, just like the ground under his feet. He plunges into the ground without complaining every day. I remember my father had a photo of him when he was young. He was wearing a long black coat with his alma mater in junior high school as the background. He was so young at that time, but now his skin is as dark as this land, and his face is covered with deep and shallow wrinkles. What hurts me most is that his calloused and rough hands are worn every winter. Because I know he works so hard for me and my sister.

My father is as optimistic as the corn he planted. After being blown down by today's heavy wind and rain, he will still stand up in high spirits tomorrow. The flood that year shattered my father's hopes. Watermelons on several acres of land are soaked in dirty water and smell rotten. The cost and hard work hit Shui Piao. Father was silent for many days and went to the fields to see the situation every day. I know that's right. Natural disasters are so cruel. After many days, my father returned to his former appearance. He said, "I figured it out, too. It's going to rain and flood, and I can't help it. I have to plant watermelons well next year. I hope there will be fewer people planting watermelons next year and the price will go up. " Then he took a shovel to dig ditches in the ground to drain water.

Father is very hard. Besides growing vegetables, he is also responsible for selling vegetables. He gets up before dawn every day and drives to sell vegetables. He said that he could only get a good booth if he went early. He also humorously described the scene where he robbed the booth. He said, "It's like the 100-meter race in your school. After the old man opened the door at 3: 30, everyone rushed to the market desperately. Because I went early and ran away. "

My father is a farmer, and my ideals when I was young may have been buried in this land. Because of poverty, my father dropped out of junior high school and has been stuck in this land ever since, accompanied by his dream. He knows the hardships of being a farmer.

Every week, I will go home, see my family and walk on this land. Every time I go home, my father always says, "I'm back!" " "Every time I go to school, my father always shouts to me at Tiantou:" Try harder at school! " "My father is an inarticulate farmer, but his simple words deeply touched me. I love this land that raised me, because there is my father's love, sweat and everything.

7.i live in the country. My parents are farmers. There are naturally many fields at home. During the slack season, my mother talked with her neighbors about the harvest of the last season. When I was busy with farming, I went out early and came back late, and I was so tired that I was sweating, but my tired face could not conceal my inner joy. Our mother. Why? Mother said, "This year is another bumper harvest!" Harvest, what a happy word, behind the harvest, is the hard work of parents, and now it is the season of wheat harvest, which is not, I also realized the happiness in labor.

On Sunday, my parents went out early to collect wheat at home, leaving me to cook at home. It's almost noon and my parents haven't come back yet. I'll give them water and food. I saw in the field that a harvester was working in the wheat field, and my parents were as busy as a bee. I watched it for a while and was busy for a while. I brought my father water and casually asked, "Dad, are you tired?" Dad said, "Can you not be tired?" You can see that these foods have energy. "At one o'clock, my parents came back with a cart full of food. I shouted, "So much wheat!" "Mom and dad smiled. Before they even had time to eat, they began to take the wheat to the top of the bungalow to dry. I also went to help them. A bag of wheat doesn't look heavy, but it's not light to lift. I can't carry it. Finally, I had to use a tray to drag the wheat from here to there. After only a few meters, I was tired. Finally, I had to spread them out, but at this time the tools just broke down and I could only come bit by bit. I'm so tired, I just sat on the wheat this time. I couldn't stop screaming: "I quit, quit, I'm exhausted." Mom said, "Hold on a little longer." Okay! Success belongs to the persevering. I finally scattered all the wheat. I was lying on the wheat and smelled fresh wheat. The sun shone hard on my face, and I didn't want to move, but I was thinking in my head, "Although I am tired, I am really happy."

8. I need 200 words to describe the scene of my parents' work. First, I was busy for half a semester, and finally I ushered in the summer vacation. I have long planned to relax this summer vacation, and then I will do other things. As I get older, I feel a little worried and tired. As a student, I am under pressure in my study. Where are my parents? It is even harder. It is difficult for children to earn money when they go to school and study in different places. Sometimes I can't imagine how tired my parents are. When I got home, I deeply realized that doing housework all day is also a kind of irritability. Then I'll help my parents do it! There are guests at home, and jiaozi is the most traditional way for China people to express their welcome to their guests. I can roll dumplings, but it's a little slow. My mother rolls them every time. This time, I rolled them up. At first, they were fine. They are quite round and of moderate thickness. Ten minutes later, my wrist hurts. I always want to lift them and shake them, but I look at them. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Finally, I gritted my teeth and finished rolling it. Don't mention how tired I am. I have a backache. It's plain! It seems that this job is really tiring! When I was young, I only knew how to eat, and I didn't think of the hard work of people who worked. Now I just woke up from a dream. I can't always let my mother wait on me. Seeing my mother's wisps of white hair, I was infinitely disappointed. My youth was bought with my parents' aging. In the future, I will share more housework for my parents and reduce their living burden. With the coming of the Spring Festival, there is a lot of work and clothes to be washed at home. I helped my mother wash clothes, and my mother came out of the washing machine and washed it again. I went to hang them on the clothesline and work with my mother. I felt very happy. We talked and laughed, and it ended before we knew it. This is the joy of labor. I remember learning a text called "The Most Glorious Work" when I was a child. I realize that loving labor is a sign of a person's progress. I will love labor more, appreciate life in labor and appreciate life in labor.

The purpose of this activity is to let students feel the hardships of their parents' labor, let students experience life in practice and record their true feelings. Actively integrate into the family, interact, strengthen family experience, and learn to be grateful.

In this activity, the students took part in various activities. Some students wash their parents' feet, some cook for their parents, some do housework for their parents, and some go to the place where their parents work. This activity caused a great response among the students, and the students all had a profound experience. They wrote in the article: "... tonight, I washed my mother's feet." Only then did I realize that it was my mother's feet that accompanied me through the ups and downs. In this world, my parents love us far more than we love them ... I'm so tired that my back hurts. At this moment, I can't help thinking that my mother is so tired and hard at work. In the future, I will help my mother work more, study hard and repay them ... ""... I can't help feeling sad. My father gets up early and comes home late every day. It's too difficult for him to do so much and so tired work! Too hard! The money we spend is earned by the blood and sweat of our parents ... "From the article, we can see the feelings of children. Through this activity, the children all felt the hardships of their parents' labor, and they were determined to study hard to repay their parents' selfless love.

Parents also gave great support to our activities. They said, "This activity is very meaningful, which brings the distance between home and school closer and reflects the diversity of education in our school." Chapter 3: Parents' Labor Day is May Day again.

I still remember what my mother said to me when I was a child: Labor Day is a day to work. 1980 "may day", I am in grade one of primary school.

I always wanted to play at that time, but my mother said, "I haven't finished the work in the field yet." If you don't do it, what will you eat next year? " What to wear? Spend what? "This is not an 8-year-old child should consider. I saw the village chief's Akiko playing marbles, and my father's town chapter was rolling iron rings. In those games, I know what happiness is.

So, I sat on the ground and muttered, "The school holiday on Labor Day is for us to play." However, my mother soon twisted my ear and dragged me to work in the field.

In a blink of an eye, I was in the third year of high school in the county. In order to prepare for the college entrance examination, the school will not have a holiday on May Day. In a few years, my mother was obviously old, and hyperosteogeny and rheumatism also found her.

The doctor said that mother's illness was due to overwork. Once I asked my father who worked in the city to go home, but my mother refused.

She said, what do you pay for going to school? I said, the big deal is not to study. Mother was angry and twisted my ear on tiptoe.

I wanted to go home and help my mother, so I asked the teacher for leave and begged again and again, and the teacher agreed. At noon, I returned to the village.

Mom is still very happy to see me. Lunch is very rich, with fish, scrambled eggs and a plate of vegetables.

These are my favorite foods. After dinner, my mother asked, how much does the school charge? How much is the difference in living expenses? It turned out that my mother thought I had gone home to get the money.

"I came back to help my family." As soon as my words came out, my mother's face was clouded: "The college entrance examination next month. Why don't you review well? " ! Go back to school! "Mom didn't twist my ear this time. She knew she couldn't reach it.

She drove me back to school with a broom. My parents provided me with schooling for many years, which exhausted my hard work and savings.

1993, finally got the first salary in life, and also ushered in the familiar and unfamiliar Labor Day. My father is still working in other places. I know the address and want to surprise my father.

I went to that city, asked many people, changed trains many times, and didn't touch my father's shed until it was dark. Many shirtless migrant workers are playing cards and chess in the shed. One worker said that his father went to the riverside park outside the construction site to pick up cans.

I looked for my father along the river. Under the dim street light, I saw my father walking with his head down with a cement bag on his back, so I gave a cry.

Father turned and rubbed it.