Youth is always beautiful, but true youth only belongs to those who always strive for the top, those who always forget their work and those who are always modest!
-Lei Feng
People have been learning to do 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!
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No pains, no gains. If you want to harvest well, you must work hard.
-Xu Teli
In order to make students cherish the fruits of others' labor, study labor better and improve their independence, our school has carried out a general cleaning activity, and our class has been given the glorious task of cleaning the east side of the teaching building.
As soon as the work was over, without waiting for the teacher's urging, everyone took their places and worked among too many chefs. Male students are like tigers going down the mountain, taking the lead, while female students are unwilling to lag behind. They charged ahead, and suddenly several brooms waved back and forth, and more than a dozen rags were wiped up and down. There are two or three buckets of water everywhere on the "construction site" from time to time. Seeing the spirit of my classmates, I rubbed my hands and smoothed my arms and sleeves, ready to fight a war of annihilation. I use a rag to clean the tiles. There are many mud spots on the tile, which will become extremely dirty after only a few rubs. I don't know how many buckets of water I changed to see the true colors of the tiles. I'm afraid it hasn't been cleaned yet. Li Wei and Li Gucheng will carefully wipe them on my basis. I think Hong Xu is the most tired one. Although he is carrying water. But he is a little too young, so he works hard. He carried a bucket full of sewage and a bucket full of water again and again, took two steps and shook for three times, but he was diligent but had no complaints.
Every student spares no effort to sweat like rain, but looking at the sweet fruit he has worked hard for is sweeter than eating honey.
During my work, I seem to have grown a lot, which also gives me a lot of inspiration: even if we are no longer familiar with it, we should not be passive or slow down at work, because if we want to practice, we must March forward step by step in the storm, study hard and persevere. Even if the problems we encounter are difficult, we should not shrink back and be timid, because if we want to solve the difficulties, we must grope forward step by step and start in a down-to-earth manner.
I work, I am happy, I grow!
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When labor is a pleasure, life is beautiful; When labor is a duty, life is slavery.
Gorky
Listening to the elders or praising the working people at the bottom of society in books and newspapers in previous fields is often careless and deaf, and there is no profound feeling or experience. I didn't really realize this meaning until a little thing touched me!
It was the summer of 2004, and the sun was releasing its fiery passion. Walking on the way to school, my shirt was soaked with sweat, and my back carrying my schoolbag was covered with sweat stains. I hope I can have a transfer solution and transfer it to an air-conditioned room. That's cool!
Finally, I turned into an alley leading to the community. Several children clamored for cold drinks with pocket money. Suddenly, a leg in blue pants jumped into my eyes. Then a stench came, and the woman riding a bicycle on the side also ran into the apartment building, covering her nose. I was stunned by what I saw. A middle-aged man in a blue cleaning suit was lying on the ground, reaching into the stinking sewer and taking out pools of black-gray garbage with a disgusting smell. What is even more unacceptable is that he did not wear gloves, but made close contact with those things with his hands. At first, I didn't let the stench scare me, although I still made nausea two or three times. Because the cleaners put up with worse smells than I did.
But in the end, I couldn't stand this terrible and suffocating smell and walked through that hellish place. I looked back many times, but he was still lying there, not covering his nose!
Although it was just an ordinary scene, he really touched me! When I walked past, I saw the sewage overflowing. The sewer is blocked by some plastic bags, coke bottles, plates and rice and a lot of hair. At that time, I was complaining that I didn't send someone to clean the property. What do they do? My son's jaw-dropping scene today finally made me realize what real glory is!
We really should cherish the labor of others! It's not about money. Who else would be so willing to do such dirty and tired work now! We just need such simple working people to show the most beautiful side of our society!