My view on labor is writing a composition.

1. Write a 500-word composition with the concept of labor as the topic. People say that labor is the most glorious.

This week, we were crowned with this "honor". When I personally experienced childbirth, I further integrated the essence of this sentence.

Labor is not only hard, but also slightly bitter and sweet, mixed with the taste of looking at the sky at the beginning of the well. These are beyond our usual study and life. As a laborer, they are the most ordinary and extraordinary feelings.

During the five working days of study, we all changed from apathy when we first entered the labor technology center to joy and small pride when we watched the electrical model made for the first time in our lives gradually take shape, from being at a loss when we looked at strange props to being complacent when we skillfully fiddled with the props in our hands. All these undoubtedly add a powerful catalyst to our growth reaction equation.

We use all kinds of electrical appliances and tools so easily in our daily life, but we don't know that there is more or less the sweat of workers behind these things. We just blindly think that they exist because of the great gift from God, so we never know or think about cherishing these things. Only by studying engineering can we realize that the laborer is the God who gives us "treasure".

It also makes us realize the value of things and tells us that all kinds of things that are convenient for us in our lives did not "fall from the sky" by themselves, but were cast by such a group of people. If there is a second world creator besides God, it is them-great laborers. Experience their labor and teach us to look at the world with gratitude.

It is inevitable to encounter such "stumbling" in learning. Different from usual, you need to give yourself strong encouragement without the help and relief of your parents. Coupled with independent thinking and several attempts, you may fail in the end, but you have succeeded in spirit, because solving problems alone is the purpose of learning and the direction of being a man.

2. Write a 500-word composition on the concept of labor-to my daughter, my daughter. You have been a sensible child since you were a child. As soon as you learn to walk, hold the sofa against the wall and stagger to the kitchen and say, "Grandma, are you tired of cooking?" Grandma was moved to tears.

Then, you sit on a small stool in the kitchen and help grandma pick beans, barefoot, with short hair, like a hedgehog. Cute.

This may be your first job in your life, daughter? Your dexterous little hands, hard posture and sweet smile tell us adults that labor makes you satisfied, labor is the embodiment of your ability, and labor makes you feel so happy! So you are playing with a pair of little wings, playing with all the daughters in the sky, and flying with all the happy spirits in the rose petals. Later, when you were tired of playing, you chose our house to take a nap and stay. You knocked on the stained glass on our window, and you chose us, the two people you called "father" and "mother", not anyone else, which made us complacent, proud and incomparable. You've grown up a lot, so you went to school with a small schoolbag on your back.

You are the most sensible child of mom and dad, you are our best friend, you are our youngest little teacher, we have learned too much from you, and we have grown up with you. Daughter, let me tell you a secret. Besides happiness and satisfaction, work is a duty and virtue.

Working people are the most beautiful, cleanest and noblest. At any time, we should pay our deepest respect to the working people, including your grandparents who work all day, the teachers who walk by your side for eight hours every day, the aunts who clean the corridor for us and the vendors who come out early and come back late in the vegetable market ... The working people are ordinary people, and they support themselves with their hardworking hands, as well as others and society, so they live frankly, honestly and with a clear conscience.

My daughter, you will eventually become a laborer, join the ranks of these ordinary people and become one of them. Now, you are trying to practice all kinds of labor courses.

In the future, maybe you will learn to have expertise and become a rigorous scholar and a creative artist. Then I congratulate you. You can exchange your wisdom for the bread of survival and serve mankind with your wisdom, which is very good. Perhaps, you are more keen on factory workshops and schools, and become a dedicated worker and a caring primary school teacher. Then I congratulate you. You can also exchange your wisdom for bread for survival and serve mankind with your hard work. This is very, very good. If you plant land, growing wheat on slopes is brighter than gold and jewelry. If you are a peddler, shout happily ... Remember, it doesn't matter what a person does, what matters is that he can enjoy his own labor, then enjoy his own life, live with a clear conscience and enjoy himself.

Beneficial and harmless, full of fun. Daughter, my dear friend, I know you will be such a person.

Best wishes for a happy birthday! Your mother.

3. My Views on Labor Since ancient times, people have regarded labor as the most glorious thing, because it brings people not only material wealth, but also spiritual wealth.

It is necessary to cultivate labor feelings, form labor habits, cherish labor achievements, and actively participate in social practice activities. My parents are not at home today, and I have nothing to do at home. At this moment, my eyes fell on a pile of clothes, which my mother didn't have time to wash.

I'm so old that I haven't really done anything for my parents. Today, I want to wash my mother's clothes! I took a breath and threw a clean dress into the basin, but I spilled a drop of ink when I practiced writing. I put on some soap, but no matter how I wipe it, it's hard to erase my handwriting. I tried to remember the way my mother washed ink, as if I used bath disinfectant at home. I brought a bath and sprayed some pasteurized water, which immediately gave off a pungent smell. I rubbed it hard and repeatedly, and finally washed the ink off. I'm very proud. Looking back, there are two jars full of clothes ... I finally know that my mother works hard every day. Aren't all these clothes washed by my mother one by one? Now, I finally tasted the hardships of labor, but after the hardships, what awaits us is happiness.

4. composition my labor experience today is crisp and sunny, and I am worried about writing a composition! Hey, there are aunts cleaning, otherwise I would have experienced the hard work of sweeping the streets! I walked up to menstruation and she asked me, "What can I do for you, little friend?" I said, "nothing, just want to ask about your work!" " "Although I didn't hang the sign of a little reporter, I pretended to be a little reporter and asked my aunt," Aunt, you have to get up early every day when you work like this! "(I asked and wrote it down)" Yes, people in this line can't finish their work all day! " "When do you want to get up?" "I will get up at about four or five o'clock!" "The same is true in winter. Do you get up so early? " "Yes!" "Aunt, are you working hard in this line?" "Of course it's hard! We're going to sweep the floor and pick up garbage, Maintaining environmental sanitation Sometimes it rains in ............................................................................................................................................................... Those cars can't see the puddle, so they drive to one side and the water splashes on us! " "It's not easy for you to do this!" "Yes, sometimes I can't go home on holiday. You must finish your work before you can go home for the holidays! " Hearing this, I don't have the courage to ask any more questions.

I want to experience this kind of labor, so I said to my aunt, "Aunt, can you let me experience your work?" "Yes, but it will get your clothes dirty!" Aunt advised me to say. I said to my aunt, "it's okay, call mom to wash it when it's dirty!" " ""forget it! "At my request, my aunt finally agreed! I sweep the road with a broom. The broom is very big. I didn't know how to sweep, so I ran around. 10 minutes later, I was out of breath, just like coming back from a marathon.

Aunt couldn't stand it, so she told me how to sweep it. I learned it, so I fiddled with the heavy broom and swept it around on the road. When I see garbage, I pick it up with my hands. I refused to pick it up at first, but when I saw the picture of me throwing garbage, I had to reach out and pick up the disgusting garbage.

In this way, I persisted for 1 hour. When I got home dirty, my mother asked me, "What did you do and how dirty your clothes are?" I was very tired, so I didn't answer, just fell asleep on the sofa! After this labor experience, I don't think it's easy to sweep the street. I have to get up so early every day. Sweeping the floor in the street, eating dust, being splashed by water ... We sat in the car and watched them sweep the floor in the street, but it was really not easy.

If someone asks me, "Who is the most respectable person?" My first answer is "workers are the most respectable people!" " "Silent workers have been working for 365 days and nights, and loneliness and responsibility are over. Year after year, the new green of spring is ushered in, which brings workers their own festival-"May Day" Labor Day.

No complaints, no expectations, expectations turned into persistence in the heart, and labor purified the soul. Love of labor becomes a virtue, and longing for labor becomes a fashion.

Labor, like the first ray of sunshine through the morning light, has made the initial enlightenment for mankind to move towards civilization and prosperity. Is that a stubborn stone? No, you can turn it into a hunting steel gun by hand! Is that a mess? No, you can turn it into writing paper by hand! When human beings put wings on fantasy, they turn it into reality through their hands.

The power of labor allows mankind to create miracles! I don't know if the workers in my classmates' minds are the same as I think. Some people think they are doctors and give all kinds of answers. Some people will say: My mother is a doctor. I think she goes out early and comes back late every day, and she hasn't seen it several times in a week; Some people will say: My father is also a doctor and very busy. Sometimes in the middle of the night, a hospital will call and say that it is necessary to rescue patients or send them to the hospital for emergency treatment. Some people say: Although my mother is a nurse, she never left her job during the SARS period and stood in the front line of SARS, encouraging patients to fight the devil.

Wait a minute. This is their idea. When I asked them, where is the cleaner? They all said: What's good about them? They are smelly, bloated, uneducated and have low wages. Tell our parents! High literature, clean work and high salary. If my parents are cleaners, where should I put my face? Who wants to make friends with me under the guidance of my classmates? But I think cleaners are the best! Their work is something we students can see every morning, but your parents are in the hospital. Did you see them working hard? I don't think you can tell! I can't hear you either! Maybe your parents still have food and seats at work, not to mention the salary, which is more than twice that of a cleaner.

So which cleaners? They have no seats, no food and nothing to say. They can only sweep on the main road with brooms and dustpans, and their wages are low, but they can only support their families by doing so because they have no education! They make money through hard work and their own hands. You can also learn about the taste of sweeping the floor! I think that's your job. You said you were tired after sweeping for less than half an hour. What happened to them? They have less time than you, but they are not afraid of being tired or suffering. It is not easy to support a family with their calloused hands! In hot summer, they have to sweep the floor in the hot sun, without cold air conditioning, cold spring water and sunscreen for summer; It's just that there is white saliva in his mouth, sweat as big as soybeans on his head, and a layer of black skin on his body. He suffered from heatstroke and didn't even go to the hospital, fearing to spend money to see a doctor. When he got home, he asked his wife to help him twist twice (this is a traditional method of Hangzhou people) to relieve the heat. I know that too. This kind of twisting is actually very painful until the back turns black.

What about the doctors? Blowing these air conditioners in a cool air-conditioned room, sitting comfortably drinking tea, reading newspapers and talking and laughing with colleagues, how comfortable it is! Compared with the cleaner, it's far from it. In autumn, the leaves on the trees fall one after another, and there are leaves all over the road.

5. Writing about labor, about 600 words (turn) is a meaningful labor.

At noon today, the head teacher asked us to take part in a labor. We came to the workplace happily, and the main task was to remove weeds and clean up.

At first, the students were very excited and worked hard. It was a pleasure to chase each other! Like a bird flying out of a cage, everyone is talking and laughing while working. We throw some litter outside the wall, which is both labor-saving and convenient. Banana trees are planted in one plot, some of which have excellent leaves, while peach trees are planted in another plot, with small leaves and many branches, which makes the work very difficult. Compared with the initial labor, the students gradually lost patience. Some began to play, and some pretended to squat on the ground to pick it up, but they were actually playing. Others ran around and heard the teacher say, "Let's hurry up and work harder until the end, which is victory." The students are healthy again, and everyone is working happily. After working for about an hour and a half, the students were exhausted. Look at Tao Licong, the little fat man in our class. He also took off his coat and was sweating profusely. Including myself, I was weak and dizzy when I stood up, but I took part in the labor seriously and the teacher praised me!

Suddenly, the * * * in class rang. The teacher said that our sixth grade task has been completed today. The students all washed their hands happily and prepared to go back to class. I looked back, and in the blink of an eye, we cleaned up the weeds in two fields. Although hard, seeing such a comfortable environment is sweeter than eating honey.

(The composition should be written by yourself at ordinary times)

6. Writers who write about labor have been studying and doing all kinds of things all their lives, and I am no exception. Among so many things, what impressed me most was that I learned to wash dishes.

When I was in the third grade, many children of my age could do some basic housework, but I could do nothing but fold the quilt. Mom and dad look in their eyes and are anxious in their hearts. They decided to let me learn the simplest housework first-washing dishes. Hearing this, I beat my chest and replied in the loudest voice: "No problem, it's my treat, just wait for you to eat in a clean bowl."

At the beginning, I brought a lot of unwashed bowls and put them in the pool. I followed my mother's example, turned on the tap and washed it slowly for several times. I washed it and wiped the debris off the bowl by hand. It went well at first, and many sundries on the bowl have been cleaned up. I turned off the tap. I proudly thought, "Now there is only detergent left. I used to listen to my parents saying that it was difficult to wash dishes. I didn't expect so much. " I was just about to get the detergent when my hand slipped and the bowl exploded on the ground. I quickly picked it up and thought, "This was an accident. This poor bowl was the first victim, but it can't be my fault. Failure is the mother of success. " Then I picked up another bowl to wash. This bowl seems to be doing the right thing for me. It keeps slipping. I haven't washed it for a long time. When I was in a hurry, my hand was released and I only heard a bang. 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, and the bowl fell into a "hemiplegia". I beat a retreat in my heart and thought, "If this continues, I will break a pool of bowls." At this time, my mother came in and asked me with a smile, "Is the bowl ready? Your father and I are waiting to eat with the bowl you washed! " . I hung my head in shame and replied, "No, I can't always do the dishes." Mom saw it and said, "Don't worry, I'll show you." After that, my mother picked up the bowl, skillfully washed it with water, then put on the detergent, carefully cleaned the sundries by hand, and finally washed the detergent with water. I carefully observed my mother's movements, only to see her clean the bottom of the bowl, and then wipe it round and round. My mother said to me, "the oil bowl is not easy to wash." After listening to this, I suddenly realized, thinking: "No wonder the first bowl is easy to wash, and the second bowl is not easy to wash." After that, I learned to wash like my mother, all thumbs. Although the dishes I washed were not as good as my mother's, I was still very happy. Then I washed all the dishes in the same way as before.

Looking at a pile of clean and comfortable bowls, my heart is full of joy. From this dish washing, I not only know how to wash dishes, but also know that practice makes perfect!

7. My Views on Labor Since ancient times, people have regarded labor as the most glorious thing, because labor has brought people not only material wealth, but also spiritual wealth. It is necessary to cultivate labor feelings, form labor habits, cherish labor achievements, and actively participate in social practice activities.

My parents are not at home today, and I have nothing to do at home. At this moment, my eyes fell on a pile of clothes, which my mother didn't have time to wash. I'm so old that I haven't really done anything for my parents. Today, I want to wash my mother's clothes!

I took a breath and threw a clean dress into the basin, but I spilled a drop of ink when I practiced writing. I put on some soap, but no matter how I wipe it, it's hard to erase my handwriting. I tried to remember the way my mother washed ink, as if I used bath disinfectant at home. I brought a bath and sprayed some pasteurized water, which immediately gave off a pungent smell. I rubbed it hard and repeatedly, and finally washed the ink off.

I'm very proud. Looking back, there are two jars full of clothes. ...

I finally know that my mother works hard every day. Aren't all these clothes washed by my mother one by one? Now, I finally tasted the hardships of labor, but after the hardships, what awaits us is happiness.

8. Write a composition on the topic of "My Labor Achievements". The fruits of my labor come from labor and sweat, and we are no exception. Today, under the leadership of Teacher Mao, we had a big picnic behind the school cafeteria. I benefited a lot from this activity. Usually, the "little emperor" who can only make ends meet and is naked can cook today, and he has been praised by other teachers.

In the morning, our classmates took tools and started a picnic on the spot. Of course, you have to turn on the coal stove first to cook. However, I was smoked to death before the coal stove started. Okay ... we're all novices.

But God helps those who help themselves, we finally built the coal stove. It seems that Xiang Xiaoyu still has some skills, and the first course is served immediately. We named it "Colorful", which is a good name. Who told us we were geniuses? Unexpectedly, the teacher spoke highly of our first course. Haha, God helped me. Then we invited many teachers to taste, and several teachers in succession liked our cooking very much. If our food can be made more delicious, then don't. I am secretly happy. Soon, the second course can be served again. What should I name this course? I'm worried. By the way, let's call it "Dragon Play Pearl". The name is definitely good, but this dish is not very popular. Some teachers have refused one by one. It seems that we may not be good enough and need to refuel. Before the third course, we learned the lesson of the second course and firmly grasped the color, fragrance and taste. Sure enough, we did it. Yes, let's do it.

I brought cauliflower and other materials and started to fry. Immediately, a steaming dish was brought to the table again. I call it "yellow flowers and green leaves". The teacher tasted it and found that the cauliflower was still half-cooked. It's a pity that it failed again. The last dish was cooked by my chef. This dish is specially prepared for Teacher Yuan! Because, Teacher Yuan especially likes to eat rice cakes. The rice cake was put into the pot, and in less than five minutes, this dish was served again. I call it "New Year's Cake", and I even tasted it myself. I felt good before I took it out, and it was immediately welcomed by all the teachers, and several of them gave us "excellent" in succession.

After this picnic, I feel that the fruits of labor are hard-won, and your own achievements will make you progress continuously. Hurry up and act! ! .

9. I am a labor star, writing essays and working as a laborer. It's crisp and sunny in autumn today. I am worried about writing a composition! Hey, there are aunts cleaning, otherwise I would have experienced the hard work of sweeping the streets! I walked up to menstruation and she asked me, "What can I do for you, little friend?" I said, "nothing, just want to ask about your work!" " "Although I didn't hang the sign of a little reporter, I pretended to be a little reporter and asked my aunt," Aunt, you have to get up early every day when you work like this! "(I asked and wrote it down)" Yes, people in this line can't finish their work all day! " "When do you want to get up?" "I will get up at about four or five o'clock!" "The same is true in winter. Do you get up so early? " "Yes!" "Aunt, are you working hard in this line?" "Of course it's hard! We're going to sweep the floor and pick up garbage, Maintaining environmental sanitation Sometimes it rains in ............................................................................................................................................................... Those cars can't see the puddle, so they drive to one side and the water splashes on us! " "It's not easy for you to do this!" "Yes, sometimes I can't go home on holiday. You must finish your work before you can go home for the holidays! " Hearing this, I don't have the courage to ask any more questions.

I want to experience this kind of labor, so I said to my aunt, "Aunt, can you let me experience your work?" "Yes, but it will get your clothes dirty!" Aunt advised me to say. I said to my aunt, "it's okay, call mom to wash it when it's dirty!" " ""forget it! "At my request, my aunt finally agreed! I sweep the road with a broom. The broom is very big. I didn't know how to sweep, so I ran around. 10 minutes later, I was out of breath, just like coming back from a marathon.

Aunt couldn't stand it, so she told me how to sweep it. I learned it, so I fiddled with the heavy broom and swept it around on the road. When I see garbage, I pick it up with my hands. I refused to pick it up at first, but when I saw the picture of me throwing garbage, I had to reach out and pick up the disgusting garbage.

In this way, I persisted for 1 hour. When I got home dirty, my mother asked me, "What did you do and how dirty your clothes are?" I was very tired, so I didn't answer, just fell asleep on the sofa! After this labor experience, I don't think it's easy to sweep the street. I have to get up so early every day. Sweeping the floor in the street, eating dust, being splashed by water ... We sat in the car and watched them sweep the floor in the street, but it was really not easy.

If someone asks me, "Who is the most respectable person?" My first answer is "workers are the most respectable people!" " "Silent workers have been working for 365 days and nights, and loneliness and responsibility are over. Year after year, the new green of spring is ushered in, which brings workers their own festival-"May Day" Labor Day.

No complaints, no expectations, expectations turned into persistence in the heart, and labor purified the soul. Love of labor becomes a virtue, and longing for labor becomes a fashion.

Labor, like the first ray of sunshine through the morning light, has made the initial enlightenment for mankind to move towards civilization and prosperity. Is that a stubborn stone? No, you can turn it into a hunting steel gun by hand! Is that a mess? No, you can turn it into writing paper by hand! When human beings put wings on fantasy, they turn it into reality through their hands.

The power of labor allows mankind to create miracles! I don't know if the workers in my classmates' minds are the same as I think. Some people think they are doctors and give all kinds of answers. Some people will say: My mother is a doctor. I think she goes out early and comes back late every day, and she hasn't seen it several times in a week; Some people will say: My father is also a doctor and very busy. Sometimes in the middle of the night, a hospital will call and say that it is necessary to rescue patients or send them to the hospital for emergency treatment. Some people say: Although my mother is a nurse, she never left her job during the SARS period and stood in the front line of SARS, encouraging patients to fight the devil.

Wait a minute. This is their idea. When I asked them, where is the cleaner? They all said: What's good about them? They are smelly, bloated, uneducated and have low wages. Tell our parents! High literature, clean work and high salary. If my parents are cleaners, where should I put my face? Who wants to make friends with me under the guidance of my classmates? But I think cleaners are the best! Their work is something we students can see every morning, but your parents are in the hospital. Did you see them working hard? I don't think you can tell! I can't hear you either! Maybe your parents still have food and seats at work, not to mention the salary, which is more than twice that of a cleaner.

So which cleaners? They have no seats, no food and nothing to say. They can only sweep on the main road with brooms and dustpans, and their wages are low, but they can only support their families by doing so because they have no education! They make money through hard work and their own hands. You can also learn about the taste of sweeping the floor! I think that's your job. You said you were tired after sweeping for less than half an hour. What happened to them? They have less time than you, but they are not afraid of being tired or suffering. It is not easy to support a family with their calloused hands! In hot summer, they have to sweep the floor in the hot sun, without cold air conditioning, cold spring water and sunscreen for summer; It's just that there is white saliva in his mouth, sweat as big as soybeans on his head, and a layer of black skin on his body. He suffered from heatstroke and didn't even go to the hospital, fearing to spend money to see a doctor. When he got home, he asked his wife to help him twist twice (this is a traditional method of Hangzhou people) to relieve the heat. I know that too. This kind of twisting is actually very painful until the back turns black.

What about the doctors? Blowing these air conditioners in a cool air-conditioned room, sitting comfortably drinking tea, reading newspapers and talking and laughing with colleagues, how comfortable it is! Compared with the cleaner, it's far from it. In autumn, the leaves on the trees fall one after another, and the roads are full of fallen leaves.

10. My labor begins to write. My labor begins.

Labor creates people, and labor creates beauty. Labor is also hard and laborious.

One afternoon last winter vacation, I was alone at home, thinking: Mom and Dad must have worked hard to work overtime today. I want to cook a dinner for my parents to make them happy. And I, a little girl who lives in the city and is spoiled all day, know nothing! what can I do? By the way, mom and dad like porridge. Why don't I cook porridge for them once? Besides, isn't porridge made of rice and water? I've seen my mother do that, too. It's a piece of cake for me. The idea has been made, so let's act now.

I wiped the pot. "By the way, how much rice and water should I put in the porridge?" I vaguely remember my mother saying, "You should put 4 spoonfuls of rice in the porridge." I put 4 spoonfuls of rice into the rice washing basin to wash rice. There are residues and tiny bubbles floating on the surface of the water, so I'll pour the water out at once. So I washed it back and forth three or four times. I put the washed food into the pot and connected it with water. I turned the fire to the maximum and began to cook porridge. I stared at the pot carefully, for fear that the porridge was ready, and I didn't dare to neglect it without informing me. Ten minutes later, the water began to boil slowly. I jumped three feet happily, thinking, I'm almost finished. I can't help secretly feeling proud when I think of my parents' happy and excited expressions when they come home.

However, to my surprise, the rice in the pot boiled more and more, but the water disappeared. what can I do? I thought: there must be less water, so I tried to add water to the pot; But after a while, there was still so much rice and so little water. Suddenly, I smelled a smell of paste. "It's porridge paste!" I'll turn off the fire at once and stir it vigorously with a big spoon. The top of the porridge is still thin, but the bottom is burnt. What a pot of cold water poured from head to toe-it's so cold! I stood silently at the kitchen counter with tears in my eyes, extremely disappointed.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and mom came back. My mother saw me in the kitchen and immediately ran over and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?" "Mom," I said tearfully, "I want to make porridge for you, but …" "Never mind, baby, thank you. Don't lose heart. This is your first time. Just do it again. " Mother touched my head and said.

Through this work, I understand that there are many things in the world that look easy but are difficult to do. Do everything carefully, every step. I will try my best to help my parents do housework in the future.