I am busy turning on the electric fan, and the fan creaks, which is slower than the tortoise crawling. After a while, it doesn't turn at all! It's not a power outage, the bolt is plugged in; The motor is not hot either. I think it may be that the motor is not stable enough, just like grandma, she put lubricating oil into the motor hole, but it still won't turn! I have no choice but to turn to my "electrical engineer"-grandma.
Grandma is an old electrician! Grandma just woke up and saw me playing with the electric fan, so she asked me why it didn't matter. I told grandma everything.
We began to repair the electric fan. I cut off the power first, then remove the fan frame and blades for cleaning, and grandma removes the motor cable connecting the button.
Grandma asked me to remember the original connection position of the red, blue and yellow lines and install them in the order of left, middle and right. Because it is a floor fan, the fan head should be removed.
I'll do this! However, I am not skilled in using a screwdriver. It's either crooked or slow. Grandma held the bottom of the handle with her palm and rotated it with her thumb, food and middle finger. As soon as I tried, I quickly withdrew.
Next, remove the shell. Ouch, that's disgusting. It's full of dust and oil. We carefully cleaned it with a soft cloth, and we were so tired that we sweated. Then disassemble the motor housing, which is even more terrible! The motor housing was also removed, and it was covered with dirty oil, and the gear was stuck. We washed it with cleaning liquid for a long time, dripped new engine oil and lubricating oil, then covered all the covers, fitted the motor head, fixed the motor wire and fitted the blades.
Finally, turn it on. This is a matter of success or failure. I'm actually very nervous. This is my first time to repair electrical appliances! Plug in the bolt, press the switch of the electric fan, and the fan blades turn slowly, faster and faster ... A cool breeze blows head-on, as if it were cooler than usual! Of course it's hard earned! I did housework today, and after dinner, I decided to let my mother rest. I'll do the dishes. Just do it, and I thought to myself, "How can I wash the dishes when I only know how to serve food?" I thought again, "My mother will be very angry if the dishes are not washed well." Dad saw me with a sad face and said to me, "It's okay, come and teach you. I got up the courage to think, ok! I have to clean the dishes. So I made a pot of water and put it in. But after washing it three times, it's always sticky. Dad touched it and said, "Don't waste your energy. Cold water can't wash off grease. You must use hot water. "
I looked at the birdbath and smiled shyly. Then I bought a pot of hot water and soaked the bowl and chopsticks in hot water for a while.
After static soaking, first I only used a rag to turn around in the bowl twice, then I poured detergent and rubbed it hard in the bowl, but my father said to me, "This is no good." I should put the rag on the edge of the bowl and wipe it back and forth along the edge. Then my father started to show me. I did as my father did, and I did wash a bowl quickly. I showed it to my father. Then the second one. The third one ... was washed one after another.
I wash faster and faster, and I can't help feeling smug. I can finally help my family. Finally, my father said, "Quick, clean the table."
I picked up the rag and wiped it on the table, but it didn't clean. Dad said, "You can't wipe it like this. You have to clean it in an orderly way bit by bit, so that it can be cleaned. "
I did what my father did. I didn't expect a small one to have such great knowledge in washing dishes and cleaning tables.
Class 2, Grade 3, Jiahui Middle School, Zhang Hongyang remembers doing housework once. I saw my mother sweating with fatigue, so I wanted to help her.
On Friday, as soon as I came home from school in the afternoon, I said to my mother, "Mom, let me help you with the housework!" " "So I took the cloth and washed it first, and then carefully stretched the tables and chairs, even if it was a small corner. I pulled and pulled, and the glass at home was crystal clear and the chair was spotless.
Finally, I kept picking up the mop and mopping the floor at home. I am too tired to wipe, but my heart is full of sweetness. My mother saw the changes at home and said to me happily, "My good boy, you are great. You will help your mother more and more ..."
I am very happy to be praised by my mother, and I know that hard work will pay off. Instructor: Zhong remembers doing housework once. Today, my parents and I went to visit my grandparents.
We watched TV with grandpa and grandma was preparing dinner. Just when I was watching it with relish, I was interrupted by my grandmother's cry for help, and I hurried out.
In the living room, grandma is processing green peppers on the dining table. Grandma said to me, "Come, come, peel green peppers with me."
She cut off the stems of green peppers first, then cut them in half, and then dug out the seeds with scissors. She said that green peppers without seeds would not be too spicy.
I've never done this job, and I'm afraid I'll cut my finger. But I want to learn all kinds of housework. My grandmother calls me * * *, and I want to behave more properly.
So I started working at once. Grandma and I, one chopping and the other digging, have a perfect understanding.
Soon, the green pepper was peeled. Because * * * did a good job, I was praised by my grandmother, and I am very proud.
But before I was satisfied enough, I found that my hands, my nose and my chin began to get hot and hotter. That's because, just now, my hand touched the seed of green pepper, and then I touched my nose and chin with my hand. Now it's so miserable.
I rushed into the bathroom and tried to flush it with water, but it didn't have much effect. It's really uncomfortable When the shiny green pepper is served on the table, guess, is it delicious? Tell you: spicy! Super spicy! Ha ha ha ha! I remember a housework (2008-03- 15 07:48:49) tag: Miscellaneous talk classification: children's wonderful vocabulary During the Spring Festival, my mother and I packed up the following pile of my toys and had a good time.
2. The best answer to the composition describing rural working people is expectation, expectation, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at a large area full of yes. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I close my eyes, the village seems to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears.
Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in it.
I am happy among flowers and young leaves. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang a melody, echoing the breeze and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to see your eyes clearly.
At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, came out from the city and the countryside. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing.
"A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
3. Articles praising the working people in winter 100 words Working people are ordinary, but they are also great! They created our happy life today with hard-working hands! Workers are selfless, they have given their youth and sweat to make the world a better and more harmonious place!
Working people are roadside lights, opaque nights, they endure loneliness and sow light for passers-by; Working people are not good at icing on the cake, but are willing to give timely help; Working people don't like rhetoric, but they are so convincing in the face of people who try to die; The working people are simple, most of them are high-end brands, but they are the most beautiful!
Working people, you are our pride, you are the eternal fire and lamp in our hearts!
Composition about working people The morning sun shines on the clean cement road. Do you know what it used to look like? No, we always seem to see its most beautiful side.
Who is it, dressing her? The shelves of the shop are full of dazzling goods. Do you know what it used to look like? No, we can't seem to imagine what it used to be. Who whitewashes her? Every morning, the busy figure holds a big broom and keeps waving his arms to clean up the garbage.
From here to there. With her movements, the streets began to become spotless.
She is our sanitation worker. They always walk in front of the sun. When we are still asleep, they have already started to work for our city.
When the sun rises in Ran Ran, we see clean roads, but they recede quietly, as if not letting us see what they are doing. They work silently behind the city.
It is those clean streets that make our city more beautiful.
5. How to write a general description of the composition of the working people? Peach blossoms, green fields and golden rape blossoms are endless. Farmers, you bought our delicious food with strong arms, and you watered our bodies with sweat.
The splash of steel flowers and the roar of machine tools have left no trace of the original buildings. Workers, you dragged up our lives with that solid arm. You have brought us convenience with your solid work.
When you sit in a car and enjoy personal mobility, when you sit in a bus and enjoy public welfare, when you sit in a long-distance ship and enjoy a chic journey, when you fly into the blue sky and make the world smaller, you can know the beauty of labor.
When you walk into restaurants, shops and bustling business districts, you know that the service is hard. Do you still stand like that after standing on your legs all day?
When you enter the school, you can see the flash of knowledge, you can hear the communication between books and people, you can smell the sweat of teachers, and the work of knowledge becomes greater.
When you integrate everything into society, everything around you is given by ordinary labor.
Life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, everything comes from our efforts and ordinary work, and it is so silent.
Labor creates history and labor creates the future. On the occasion of the new International Labor Day, let's praise the most beautiful labor.
Spring breeze and spring rain swept through Yuan Ye, and a long layer of green was awakened.
In May, in this spring season, it is a day of heavy thunder and little rain, and the geese flying south waded home; It is the brilliant season when apricot blossoms are in full bloom in Shan Ye. "She laughs in the bushes"; It is a good season for winter wheat farmers to sweat and hoe.
Frogs chirping insects, fish jumping birds scattered, and the wilderness in early spring was noisy. Flying kites are in the embrace of the blue sky, and people on the ground are stretching their muscles and saving their physical strength. Unconsciously, spring is quietly coming to us with light steps-in the spring of May.
May is a paradise for children. Throw away the heavy cotton-padded clothes and hats, run to the fields to play, and sing a spring song on the willow flute. May is the day of young people, the season of surging spring tide, holding hands with my son, walking with him, picking roses in spring and decorating the sky of love; May is a festival for the elderly, walking with the spring birds singing and fishing on the newly thawed lake ... May is a festival for all people and working people all over the world.
It is the days that flow away like water, and the memory is more and more mottled by the passage of time. People have not forgotten this scene, and "May 1 International Labor Day" has become a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
Working people are the greatest people in the world. They created the world, created mankind and created our happy life today. It is labor that has created today's towering buildings; It is labor that has built the modern information superhighway; It is labor that turns the vast land into a small village; It is labor that turns vast wasteland into vast fertile land.
Labor is magical, and labor is great. With hard-working hands and wisdom, laborers have woven this colorful world and created human civilization. Let's pay tribute to the workers all over the world on this special day!
In May full of true feelings, I hold your hand full of cocoons due to labor, send my sincere wishes and listen to the hymn of your labor. "beside the ancient road outside the pavilion, the grass is blue" is a kind of life; "Leaning against the railing and resting in the rain" is a kind of life; If the midstream hits the water, the waves will stop the flying boat. This is a kind of life. "Unknown, selfless dedication" is also a kind of life. All kinds of life and labor are like sugar cubes in coffee, which makes our life interesting; Labor is like the scenery on the roadside, which makes our life colorful.
Maybe, the truth may be. In the tall building outside the building, in the pavilion outside the building, let's join hands, shoulder to shoulder, full of lofty sentiments, and sing a song "River of No Return" to send the blessings of workers all over the world to the distance and tomorrow. Let's cheer for tomorrow, sing for May and give high-five to the workers!
6. Composition describing the selfless spirit of working people Thales, an ancient Greek philosopher, accidentally fell into a pit while looking up at the starry sky. Although the correct meteorological conclusion was reached, it was inevitable to be laughed at. Actually, what's so funny about this? Thales' pursuit of knowledge leads to selflessness, which deserves admiration and praise.
People are often imprisoned by many ideas, and if you want to get good results, you must put aside some. In other words, it is to achieve a state of selflessness. Cao Yu, an outstanding playwright in modern China, studied in the bathtub. He was so absorbed that he didn't start washing until the water was cold. Speaking of which, some people may think that Cao Yu is too stupid. What's the big deal after washing? But if he doesn't study hard and forget himself, how can he write Thunderstorm at the age of 23, thus shocking the whole drama world?
Mencer, a famous German oil painter and printmaker, taught himself to be a painter. He once accidentally soiled his shoes when crossing a stinking ditch. But he didn't go away at once, but took off his shoes and sat by the gutter, painting his shoes wholeheartedly, completely ignoring the smell of the gutter. It is because of his fascination with art that he became a famous oil painter.
It is not easy for a person to achieve the state of selflessness. And once he has reached the state of selflessness, he is not far from success. However, it will be laughed at by some people inexplicably. For example, Thales fell into a puddle, and some people laughed at him, saying that he knew things in the sky, but he couldn't see things under his feet. Such people can be called narrow-minded people. However, we should not be such people in life. We and Dong 'an should give affirmation and admiration to those who have reached the state of selflessness in pursuit of knowledge, rather than ridicule them. Of course, we should also criticize and exhort those who have reached a state of ecstasy for games or some negative things.
Hegel, a great German philosopher, famously said, "Only those who lie in the pit forever and never look up at the stars will not fall into the pit." As a new generation of society, we must not be trapped in a pit. Be sure to focus on one thing and reach the realm of selflessness!
When you try to look up at the stars and explore the mysteries, you will feel proud even if you fall into the pit. ...
7. How to write a general description of the composition of working people? Peach blossoms, green fields and golden rape blossoms are endless. Farmers, you bought our delicious food with strong arms, and you watered our bodies with sweat.
The splash of steel flowers and the roar of machine tools have left no trace of the original buildings. Workers, you dragged up our lives with that solid arm. You use solid work to facilitate us. When you sit in a car and enjoy personal mobility, when you sit in a bus and enjoy public welfare, when you sit on a long-distance ship and enjoy a chic journey, when you fly into the blue sky and make the world smaller, you can know the beauty of labor.
When you walk into restaurants, shops and bustling business districts, you know that the service is hard. Do you still stand like that after standing on your legs all day? When you enter the school, you can see the flash of knowledge, you can hear the communication between books and people, you can smell the sweat of teachers, and the work of knowledge becomes greater.
When you integrate everything into society, everything around you is given by ordinary labor. Life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, everything comes from our efforts and ordinary work, and it is so silent.
Labor creates history and labor creates the future. On the occasion of the new May Day International Labor Day, let's praise the most beautiful spring breeze and spring rain of labor, which has swept through Yuan Ye and started a long layer of green.
In May, in this spring season, it is a day of heavy thunder and little rain, and the geese flying south waded home; It is the brilliant season when apricot blossoms are in full bloom in Shan Ye. "She laughs in the bushes"; It is a good season for winter wheat farmers to sweat and hoe. Frogs chirping insects, fish jumping birds scattered, and the wilderness in early spring was noisy.
Flying kites are in the embrace of the blue sky, and people on the ground are stretching their muscles and saving their physical strength. Unconsciously, spring is quietly coming to us with light steps-in the spring of May.
May is a paradise for children. Throw away the heavy cotton-padded clothes and hats, run to the fields to play, and sing a spring song on the willow flute. May is the day of young people, the season of surging spring tide, holding hands with my son, walking with him, picking roses in spring and decorating the sky of love; May is a festival for the elderly, walking with the spring birds singing and fishing on the newly thawed lake ... May is a festival for all people and working people all over the world. It is the days that flow away like water, and the memory is more and more mottled by the passage of time. People have not forgotten this scene, and "May 1 International Labor Day" has become a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
Working people are the greatest people in the world. They created the world, created mankind and created our happy life today. It is labor that has created today's towering buildings; It is labor that has built the modern information superhighway; It is labor that turns the vast land into a small village; It is labor that turns vast wasteland into vast fertile land.
Labor is magical, and labor is great. With hard-working hands and wisdom, laborers have woven this colorful world and created human civilization.
Let's pay tribute to the workers all over the world on this special day! In May full of true feelings, I hold your hand full of cocoons due to labor, send my sincere wishes and listen to the hymn of your labor. "beside the ancient road outside the pavilion, the grass is blue" is a kind of life; "Leaning against the railing and resting in the rain" is a kind of life; If the midstream hits the water, the waves will stop the flying boat. This is a kind of life. "Unknown, selfless dedication" is also a kind of life.
All kinds of life and labor are like sugar cubes in coffee, which makes our life interesting; Labor is like the scenery on the roadside, which makes our life colorful. Maybe, the truth may be.
In the tall building outside the building, in the pavilion outside the building, let's join hands, shoulder to shoulder, full of lofty sentiments, and sing a song "River of No Return" to send the blessings of workers all over the world to the distance and tomorrow. Let's cheer for tomorrow, sing for May and give high-fives to the workers.
8. Writing the composition of rural working people I hope that the east wind will come and spring will come.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at a large area full of yes. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I close my eyes, the village seems to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears.
Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in it.
I am happy among flowers and young leaves. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang a melody, echoing the breeze and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to see your eyes clearly.
At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, came out from the city and the countryside. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing.
"A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
9. An essay about social working people, an article about baptism of soul "Dedicated to all rural people" is about the mantra used by some people in legend, the word "farmer".
Talk about my opinion. Please correct me if you disagree with everyone's ideas.
This has to start with business. A friend sells goods, I dare to ask the price, but maybe his thoughts or eyes are different from mine. There is a big difference between our asking price and our bidding price. It is your right to sell or not. The price I gave you is not in line with your idea. You don't have to sell me, you don't need to be tactful, but you can be direct. It's a bit rude, but it shows your attitude.
But why did you say to me in a sarcastic tone: "Farmer, climb.
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Peasants-people who mainly work and farm, a general term for a class of workers.
It only accounts for 3/4 of China's huge population, so China is a big agricultural country. A worker and peasant who looks very plain and glorious.
What does it stand for? Where is the opposite meaning to this society? Where does the word "must be discriminated against" appear? Where are the remarks that are detrimental to the image of Chinese people? None of them.
But why is it worth laughing at? What did he embarrass you? He didn't offend your so-called "city man".
What reason do you have to look down on farmers so much? Think about it in your hearts. What crime did the farmer commit? What makes you so disgusted? Can you tell me why? Is this farmer poor? Is it because farmers can't live your good life? Or the peasants dragged you down for money, but it can be admitted that they may not have read many books because of poor conditions, and some people may not keep up with the trend in life and live with their backs to the loess all day. These people account for more than half of China's population, but they have never interfered with you "city people" in your life, have they? They live a self-reliant life and enjoy the blandness, but they are evaluated inexplicably.
I come from a small city. My father was born in a peasant family, and I am also a small farmer. Although I am a national cadre now, my father has never forgotten the sufferings of farmers and tried his best to serve every farmer. He often said, "Don't put on airs with people. National cadres work for the people. Without the people, there would be no such institution. If everyone can do it, what else do I need your department to do? " Similarly, water can sink vertically. "In our own small cities, we all contact some farmers. Another is that I work in the civil affairs department, and I come into contact with some extreme farmers who have no food or shelter.
Being made difficult by the help of * * * again, this person still doesn't have to live? Be considerate of the peasants' sufferings, please don't laugh at him on purpose.
So for a "city dweller" like you. People with "quality" are sarcastic to you.
You go to colleges and universities, prestigious schools, receive excellent education and enjoy the life of the upper class, but you can say such things. China is a big agricultural country, and your words are an insult to your country, your nation and yourself.
There are no farmers in the world who fight bravely and defend their country to the death. Now it seems that the place where you live should be called Japan. What about you? A slave. What else do you do online?
What a legendary story.
Who is qualified to say that others are farmers?
Now that life is good, farmers are working hard to grow food for the country and strive for a bumper harvest. Only by exporting grain and oil for the country in exchange for a large amount of materials can there be stable development and a stable life for residents.
But in our generation, we have forgotten our roots. China has been established for decades, but which one is not a farmer? We only have two generations. What did your father and grandfather do? Living this life? Also a "city man"? Even the first generation of heads of state lived a peasant life. Then how much better can you be than him? If it is strong, it is either the landlord or the traitor and traitor.
If so, I can understand your sarcasm today. You are not from China. It's normal to laugh at us, but I hope you can be bold. Go to the vicinity of * * *, go to Tiananmen Square and take a big horn and shout. Then you are a man, and I say you are strong.
At least you have your national spirit and fearless spirit.
But as a China person, why do you do this? Insulting farmers for what? Insulting your compatriots for what? We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? Live a good life, farmers don't want you to pay anything for them.
Play your game, farmers don't interfere with you, touch your face with rough hands, please don't hate farmers so much, they only give you kindness without hatred. Don't fucking bite a farmer, I will fucking look down on you.
A game, don't discriminate, I'll be a farmer, and so will punching in. I just don't spend RMB to punch in, and the game assets are hundreds of millions.
How many people in your city are more ruthless than me? Extreme words, a little excited.
Just to emphasize that it is not easy for farmers to bring you a happy life, just because life is not good, but they are not wrong! Anyone who looks down on farmers will look down on your father and grandfather! Again. You shout with a megaphone. There is no need to make waves here. It's about quality, character, level and equipment.
No better than anyone's fucking garbage. Thanks to my friends who supported me in this respect. This article is not intended to criticize anyone. I just want everyone to calm down and think about it. Even if you are angry, even if you are unhappy, don't make the game environment too bad. Now it is a civilized society, at least it is still in power. Please don't be so dark. Swearing at your family doesn't mean you are strong. How can I be strong? Can you be scolded to death? Can you still be scolded if you don't play? Learn to reason, okay? Stop doing those ignorant things and equip yourself more. Many players will envy you! This is the purpose of your game.
Because people like you can't make friends anymore. We must rely on equipment.
Brothers, sisters and friends attending the meeting, if you want to be good friends with me, I hope you can understand my opinion. If you think I'm talking nonsense, please leave me at this moment. I don't welcome you as my friend. I'm not qualified.