A 500-word composition that records one ( ) labor

Autumn is the harvest season! The soybeans in our school's labor practice base have matured, and the teacher asked us to use the labor class to harvest soybeans. Everyone is so happy!

Teacher Gao, the head teacher, led us to the practice base. The soybeans had fallen leaves, leaving only the pods, which looked even more tall and majestic. They were like soldiers on standby, loaded with fruits and willing to sacrifice for the survival of mankind. Everything about myself. The teacher divided us into two groups, one group of male students and one group of female students. The male students were responsible for pulling and the female students were responsible for transporting.

The labor began, and everyone rushed to be the first. The scene was very impressive. The male classmate stuck out his buttocks and pulled the bean plant with both hands, using all his strength; the female classmate held the soybean and carried it to the open space with heavy steps. You see, Wang Xiaoru works the hardest, she hugs more and walks faster; Zhang Xiaoxue is so careful in everything she does, first arranging the soybeans neatly one by one, and then picking them up carefully.

Soon, through everyone’s efforts, all the soybeans were harvested. The teacher praised us for the good work we did, and also told us that food is hard to come by and we should cherish it in peacetime!

Through this labor, we understand the truth of "no pain, no gain" and "who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work". From now on, we must cherish every grain of food and develop a good habit of saving! \On Sunday morning, I was woken up by a noise while lying in bed. I opened the window and saw many people busy downstairs. Hey, why is it so lively down there! Suddenly, I saw my grandparents among them, and they still had brooms in their hands! I ran downstairs quickly and asked grandma why she was sweeping the floor here? Grandma replied: "The National Day is coming soon. To celebrate the National Day, our community held this cleaning activity." I happily said to my grandma: "I want to participate too." Grandma smiled and said: "Then you give me Let me help." Those retired grandparents, although they are very old, they are very busy and energetic! They hoed the weeds and swept the entire neighborhood clean. I helped pick up all the white garbage on the ground and put it into the trash can. When I saw my grandpa cleaning the windows of the community club, I quickly picked up the rag and went to help. I wiped hard and made the windows sparkling. Grandpa praised me as a good boy who pays attention to hygiene and loves to work. After a while, the community felt refreshed and brightened. Finally, we hung a banner at the door of the community that said "Celebrate National Day." I know these five words are a birthday gift to my mother in the motherland. Community residents use their own labor to celebrate the birthday of the motherland, which reflects the new look of the spiritual civilization of the community. Participating in this labor made me understand that the prosperous and well-off life of our great motherland is created by the joint labor of everyone. \Today at noon, the head teacher asked us to participate in a labor. We came to the labor place happily. The main task was to remove weeds and clean up.

At the beginning, the students were very excited and worked hard. It was a great time to catch up with each other! Like a bird flying out of a birdcage, everyone was talking and laughing while working. We threw some dead branches and leaves outside the wall, which was labor-saving and convenient. There is a piece of land planted with banana trees, with big leaves that are easy to pick up. Another piece of land is planted with peach trees, with small leaves and many branches. It is very laborious to work. Compared with the labor at the beginning, the students gradually became impatient, and some began to They were playing, some pretended to squat on the ground to pick them up, but they were actually playing, and some were running around. Suddenly they heard the teacher say: "Everyone, work faster, work harder, and persevere to the end, that is victory." The students were back in shape again, and everyone started working happily again. After working for about an hour and a half, the students were exhausted. Look at Tao Licong, the little fat boy in my class, who also took off his coat and was sweating profusely.

Including myself, I was originally weak and felt dizzy when I stood up, but I still participated in the labor very seriously, and the teacher even praised me!

Suddenly, the class bell rang. The teacher said that today our sixth grade labor tasks have been completed. The students happily washed their hands and prepared to go back to the classroom. I looked back and in the blink of an eye, We have cleared away the weeds in the two plots of land. Although the work is very hard, seeing such a comfortable environment makes my heart sweeter than eating honey.

People say: Labor is the most glorious. This week, we have been given this "honor". When I experienced labor personally, I further understood the essence of this sentence. Labor is not only hard work, but also has a slightly bitter sweetness, mixed with the taste of first emerging from the bottom of a well and looking up at the vast sky. These are not things that can be touched in our daily study and life. As a worker, they are the most ordinary and extraordinary feelings deep in the heart. During the five-day work-study process, we all went from being indifferent when we first stepped into the labor and technical center to the joy and the little pride in our hearts when we watched the electrical model we made for the first time in our lives gradually come into being. , from being at a loss when looking at unfamiliar props to being complacent when waving the props in your hands skillfully. ． ． These undoubtedly add strong catalysts to our growth reaction equation. We use all kinds of electrical appliances and tools in daily life with so much peace of mind, but we don’t know that behind these things is the sweat of workers. We just blindly think that their existence is due to God’s great gift, so we never use them. I never thought about cherishing these things. Through studying work, we realized that it turns out that workers are God who gave us "treasures". It also makes us aware of the value of things, telling us that the various items that are convenient for us in life do not "fall from the sky" by themselves, but are forged by such a group of people hammer by nail, nail by hammer. If we say If there is a second creator of the world besides God, then it is them - the great workers. Experiencing their labor teaches us how to look at all things in the world with a grateful attitude. It is unavoidable to encounter this kind of "stuck feet" when studying for work. What is different from usual is that this time there is no help and comfort from parents. I need to give myself a lot of encouragement, plus independent thinking and mathematics. Although I may have failed in the end after many attempts, I have already succeeded spiritually, because working hard, paying a lot, and learning to solve problems alone are the purpose of studying work and the direction of life.

September 11, 2008 is the day when the September 11th incident that shocked the world occurred. The United States is too bullying, occupying other people's land and plundering their oil, and it is right to resist.

Our Zhengyang Primary School moved into a new building in September last year. The school is north of Hailar Bridge and opposite Haichen Home. The campus has just been built and the white European-style fence is very beautiful. Due to abundant rain this summer, many weeds have grown on the campus. Today is our second labor day since the beginning of the school year. The fourth grade group cleans the garbage behind the teaching building. Our fourth grade class starts labor in the first afternoon class. I led the children to the overgrown construction site. First, I divided the children into groups. In this way, those who pulled weeds, those who moved bricks, and those who hauled garbage took a whole class. The children were not afraid of getting dirty. Not afraid of being tired, we rushed to clean up all the garbage in our sharing area. The clear end of get out of class bell rang, and Teacher Su brought the students in her class to work. When she saw it, she said: "You have completed the tasks of our class! We will do more work next time." They completed the finishing work.

After the labor was over, the students returned to the classroom. I asked the students to take turns washing their hands and then summarized today’s labor situation. I praised the students who performed outstandingly in today’s labor. I took out what classmate Chen Shile gave me yesterday. Teacher's Day gift, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, with eight chocolates wrapped in beautiful tin foil. I said that today the teacher would share Teacher's Day gifts with the students, so I took out chocolates from the box to reward eight students. Chen Shile opened the package and saw that the round chocolate was composed of two semicircles, so she gave it to her deskmate. I immediately praised Chen Shile and said: "Chen Shile is willing to share his happiness with his classmates. Who else is willing to share happiness with his classmates?" , use your half piece of chocolate to reward the classmates you think have done a good job." The children quickly found the classmates they thought should be rewarded. Seeing every move of the children, I am happy from the bottom of my heart, and the children are also very happy. I feel that ideological education cannot be empty and rational. It is necessary to seize the children's shining points and encourage and praise them in time. Learning to share is also a virtue.

A week before Chinese New Year, my family got busy: we started to clean up the house, and we started making preparations for housework.

My sister and I filled a basin of water, took a rag, a brush, and washing powder to clean the door. Soon, the door was shining brightly, but there was an ink stain on the door that we couldn’t clean no matter how hard we wiped it. , so I took the brush and sang a song while brushing: I brushed left, brushed right, brushed up, brushed down, but the brush still couldn't be cleaned for a long time... The more I brushed, the darker it became, and finally I stood up and started to stare, At this time, what the teacher often said to us came to my mind: Be patient and persevere in doing things, and don't give up halfway. I thought of this, picked up the brush and brushed it, it was clean! After I finished the work in the living room, I watched my "results" with satisfaction. As I watched, I shouted: My mother was about to come back before I cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. I started working quickly, dragging While cleaning, finally, the kitchen was finished. I sprinted to the bathroom at a speed of 100 meters and started working in a hurry. When it was finished, my mother came back. Seeing the neat and clean home, she smiled happily.

This labor is really meaningful. The significance is that I have gained a lot. I know that although the work is hard and tiring, it will make housework the greatest labor in the world.