The nursing home internship report is 2000 words.

Social practice report of nursing home.

There is no plan to visit the old people's home in the plan book of Operation Dawn. However, volunteers can't help it. There will be nursing homes and orphanages wherever they go, so at 9: 00 a.m. on 19, under the leadership of the captain and vice captain, in addition to six people in the class, nine of us, plus a childhood friend to lead the way, 10 people set off for the nursing home together. After that? The road to the grave? Consumption? Naiheqiao? I walked through the wood processing factory and came to the mysterious old man's home with a little shade.

The door of the nursing home reads Shangshuai Welfare Institute, and the door is locked. After several calls, no one responded to us, thinking that there was no one. I asked Mei Qing to take some photos for us. I thought I could take some photos without doing anything, and I also said that college student volunteers from Guangdong Polytechnic Normal University went to Shangshuai Nursing Home for Social Practice in summer. When we turned to leave, a grandfather in his seventies swept the floor with a broom. After childhood greetings, we entered the nursing home. First, we work together, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, cleaning the windows and so on. I want to talk about the feeling of just entering the door here. When I first entered the door, I was greeted by the leftovers in the basin on the table, which seemed to have been left for several days. A group of flies jumped on it, next to a fly sticker full of flies, next to a lazy rice cooker dissatisfied with dust. The ground is dirty and wet. The whole room smells damp and musty, urine, and the sour smell of cigarettes that have been smoked for decades. It's a bit choking, but we can't back down, and the work continues.

After the cleaning, everyone chatted with the old people. In the chat, I learned that there are seven people in this nursing home, all of whom are widowed old people without children and daughters, and all of them are men. The youngest is 57 years old and the oldest is 84 years old. The oldest grandfather looked at us trembling and puzzled as he walked. His eyes told us that he was unhappy and lonely and wanted to chat with us. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear us at all, so he kept sitting at the door watching us chat with another grandfather. Who is the youngest? I don't think I should call him grandpa because he is several years older than my parents. I should call him uncle. The 57-year-old uncle seldom talks to us. He has been sitting in the stairwell watching us talk and laughing silly. The hair is messy, the remaining rhubarb teeth and that laughter are a bit scary. I dare not look at him, but my heart is more sympathetic. I want to talk to him more, but you will think I don't know what to say. So basically the whole process, we are talking to an old man who is under 74 years old. A 73-year-old grandfather sat in the corner and looked at us with gloomy eyes. He is eager to talk with us. It seems that he hasn't seen so many people in front of him for decades. It seems that no one has sat quietly with him for decades! Driven by compassion, I sat down next to him and watched him take a sip of his cigarette and watch the white smoke slowly disperse in the air. I asked him his age, but unfortunately the old man was too old and deaf to hear me. He just looked at me blankly and answered questions he didn't understand or hear in a language I didn't understand. The seventy-four-year-old grandfather told us that he was seventy-three years old and had lived here for eighteen years. He is deaf and can't hear! God, it's hard to imagine how I spent these eighteen years here.

In the chat with 74-year-old grandfather, we learned about their general living conditions. They spend three yuan a day on food and ten yuan a month on living expenses to buy necessities such as washing powder, oil and salt. Of course, we know that this ten dollars is far from enough, so what should we do if it is not enough? If we don't do it, it's over. If we have no oil, we don't need oil. If we have no salt, we don't need salt to cook. The government will send them rice and grow their own vegetables. Grandpa told us that they all grow vegetables and cook by themselves. A large clearing in front of them is their vegetable garden, and that oily wheat dish belongs to my 74-year-old grandfather. It means 74 years old.

Grandpa's daily dishes are oily wheat dishes. I wonder if there is any oil and salt. When I asked him why seven people didn't arbitrate and eat and live together, so there were more dishes. Grandpa said it was like this at first, but some people did nothing, and then they separated. Every food was eaten separately. The lazy man ate soy sauce rice without food. Someone asked if there were any dishes for the holidays. Personally, I think this is a meaningless question. Since the problem of food and clothing can't be solved at ordinary times, how can there be food? The government comes back twice a year, that is, Chinese New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival. Every two years, there is a set of winter clothes, but there is no summer clothes. So where do they get their clothes? Whether you have clothes or not is a problem!

Each of them has a room, and there is a TV on the second floor. By the way, there are no lights in the stairwell. If the light in the room is broken, you should buy your own clothes. God, an old man in his seventies and eighties installed his own lights. What if he falls? The consequences are unimaginable! We found a shed in the corner of the vegetable garden. Grandpa said it was a private toilet, because there was no fertilizer, so we built a toilet.

Since the elderly have no children, shouldn't the government do something? Asked if he had asked the government to increase subsidies, grandpa said there must be, but it was useless to reflect, that's all. Maybe you will ask the old people to play chess and listen to the radio after dinner? Wrong. It says there is only one TV and no other entertainment tools. The life of the elderly is extremely monotonous and lonely. They usually go to bed at eight or nine o'clock, get up at six or seven o'clock in the morning, and move slowly in the street after dinner. This is called walking, walking from the street to the end of the street and then moving home, and so on for one day.

Although we are all very sad and want to do something for the old people, some people say that we will give them money, but the little money we give is useless. We can't supply them for a long time, and we will leave here the day after tomorrow. Their life is still the same. I think what we can do is to suggest that primary and secondary schools organize activities to go to nursing homes once a month, and that the government increase subsidies and so on. Unfortunately, we didn't do all this. Finally, I think this generation, the next generation, with such an unbalanced ratio of men and women, can all find their own other half, so we should cherish it and get along well. Anyway, at least they will be accompanied when they are old and have children to honor them, so that they will not be lonely in the nursing home.

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