On Labor Day +0 "Labor Day" hasn't come yet, and I'm thinking about how to have a meaningful Labor Day. After discussing with my parents, I decided to help my grandmother pick tea on May Day.
On the morning of May Day, it is still not bright. I walked briskly to the tea garden with a small bamboo basket, breathing fresh air and listening to the cheerful calls of unknown birds. Walking into the tea garden, I saw rows of neat tea trees with dew rolling on the green tea buds. I smell the tea gently, and the fragrance is refreshing.
When I was intoxicated with the fragrance of tea, grandma picked some tea buds. I quickly pinched the tea buds with my fingers and thought it was easy to pick tea leaves. When I was secretly pleased, my grandmother said, "Xinxin, you picked tea in the wrong way." While demonstrating, grandma went on to say, "Keep your eyes on the tea bud, gently pinch the tea bud with two fingers, and then gently pull it." As soon as I saw it, my hands kept picking.
At first, I felt very relaxed. After more than an hour, I picked half a ridge of tea buds and felt a little discouraged. At this time, the power of the sun appeared, and I felt my back burning and the sweat on my face kept dripping. I hurried to the shade, took a sip of water, took a rest and continued to pick tea. Only then did I realize the hard work of picking tea.
Near noon, I picked more than half a basket of tea. Although a little tired, I feel very happy when I look at the fruits of my labor. When I got home, I poured the tea into the bamboo basket and threw away the broken buds with my grandmother. Only selected tea buds can be fried. After dinner, I watched grandpa stir-fry tea. Grandpa said while frying: "The first step in frying tea is to kill green, the second step is to knead green, and the third step is to make incense."
I saw grandma burning a big iron pot with fierce fire. Grandpa quickly wiped the tea oil all over the pot, immediately poured the tea buds, and kept beating the tea buds with his hands. When the tea buds are hot and soft, they are immediately poured into the bamboo board, and grandpa keeps rubbing them hard to make the tea green. At this time, the room can smell the thick tea fragrance.
After taking out the tea buds, pour them back into the pot. At this time, you can only fry the tea with a small fire. Because tea burns easily when the fire is big. I saw grandpa holding the tea with his hand and rubbing it. Half an hour later, I heard the rustling sound of the iron pot. Grandpa told me, "The tea buds have dried up." I saw grandpa's hand was flushed with hot iron pot and his face was covered with sweat. The second step of frying tea leaves is kneading.
Suddenly I heard grandpa say to grandma, "burn incense with a big fire." At the moment when the fire broke out, a smell of tea came to the nose. After the tea is fragrant, pour it into a bamboo tube and cool it.
Today, I picked tea and watched fried tea, only to know that tea is hard-won. When people serve a cup of tea with clear soup and fragrance, do we ever know the hardships of the whole process? I deeply realize that only through hard work can we have fruitful labor results. Labor brings us everything, and only when there is labor can there be rewards and gains.
On this festival, I wish you all a happy Labor Day! I welcome every student to my home!
The annual May Day International Labor Day is here again. When I saw the deeds of "model workers" on TV at the National May Day Model Workers Commendation Conference, I had a lot of reverie.
Some people use their holidays to travel, some choose to get together with relatives and friends, some choose to watch TV, play computer or rest at home ... but there are still some people who deserve our admiration-doctors, policemen, bus drivers and so on. -those who give up the opportunity to reunite with their families because of work needs and stick to their jobs in obscurity. In sharp contrast, those "fake beggars" who used to be all over the streets and lanes wanted to get something for nothing and made their own wishful thinking.
I remember seeing such a small group of people squatting on the ground, kneeling on the ground, with a box in front of them, at the gate of the shopping mall, next to the hospital and on the steps of the overpass. Others knelt on the ground and bowed their heads and said nothing. There is a false advertisement in front of them, saying that their parents are seriously ill or their brothers and sisters have a car accident, etc., in order to cheat others' sympathy. On weekdays, these people are idle and only know how to have fun and don't work, but whenever they get a so-called "job", they immediately get flustered and dress themselves up as beggars or beggars without any flaws. Kind passers-by met their pathetic and ragged appearance, so they took out money to help them, put it in the box in front of them, and then watched their performance. I'm so grateful. I bow my thanks. At the end of the day, sometimes there is too much money in the box to hold. By the time they get off work, they put the money in their pockets and become another look-suits and ties, going in and out of large shopping malls and squandering the fruits of a day's "labor". The same is true of pickpockets. Those who are not caught are lucky, and then continue to rack their brains to conceive tomorrow's "work." The next day, they appeared in the same way and continued their "labor".
These people have to make us think deeply: if all people, like this kind of people, build their own unearned happiness on the sweat of others, where is their conscience? What is the development of society? What kind of work is there? In our booming country, positive energy will always prevail. As long as you work hard, you will get unexpected gains. I advise those who get something for nothing, stop at the brink and start over! You see, every year, groups of glorious model workers emerge from all walks of life. They are role models for us to learn, and they are our mirrors. Before, I also gave love to the former. Since the deception of these people was exposed, I have a new understanding of such people. I hope that there will be fewer and fewer people in the society who get something for nothing, and more and more people who are down-to-earth and diligent. Prodigals, use your own hands to create your own bright future!
Many things happened on Labor Day, but if you want to talk about interesting things, you must catch crabs.
On the night of Labor Day, when the bright moon is in the sky, Yin Hui is full of countryside, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. My parents and I came to our destination-a crab farm behind my grandmother's house with flashlights and plastic bags.
In the moonlight, I saw a shallow pond as big as a football field sparkling, and there were many green reeds around the coast, like a pile of green walls around the crab pond.
It's quiet around. As soon as I arrived at this "paradise grass pond", my father greeted the owner of the crab, and then took me and said, "Jin Fei, at this time, hairy crabs are foraging and perching on the beach." I raised my flashlight and pointed at it and said, "Look!" "Ah, so many!" I clap my hands in surprise.
Crab's beach. Some are as sneaky as devils entering the mountains, and some are lurking in the grass as if waiting for an opportunity to grab food. Seeing all this, I can't wait to walk quickly towards them. I can't wait to open my bow and catch a few at once. When dad saw this, he shouted, "Slow down, slow down!" " "At this time, I was still able to take care of this and stepped on it." Ah! " I shouted, "Crab! Crab! "Mom and dad rushed over and helped me catch the hairy crab that was desperately running away under my feet. Dad smiled and said, "Boy, there are eight taels. "Put it into the fish basket.
My mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "Dear daughter, when catching crabs, you can't shout, it will scare them away!" " "I nodded in confusion. Then I searched again with confidence. I think if I catch one, I'm afraid I can't catch the second one. Hi, I found another big crab. It crouched beside the aquatic plants, as if it were playing hide-and-seek with me.
I still keep spitting water bubbles in my mouth, as if to say, "See if you can catch me." This time, I changed my strategy and tactics. I pressed my hands into a cover shape, used the crab's back to hold it down in lightning speed, making it unable to move, and then quickly pinched its back with my hands. I was just about to throw it into the fish basket. Who knows, this stubborn hairy crab struggled desperately, kicking its eight feet like fists, trying to clamp me with pliers. It was really scary. I don't care whether I like it or not. As soon as I gritted my teeth and put it in the basket, I immediately covered the hole. "Hey, caught, caught ..."
I shouted and jumped, as happy as the Eighth Route Army won a great victory. Mom and dad smiled, too.
The more you grasp in this way, the stronger you grasp and the more comfortable you grasp. One hairy crab after another became my captive. I caught twelve in about an hour. My parents and I caught up with 37. The uncle at the crab farm also said that we caught a lot of big crabs. Haha, we came home with a full load. On the way home, mom and dad smiled and said, "Daughter, we'll catch it next time." This really hit my heart. I repeatedly shouted: "Good, good!" .
This is the most interesting thing in our Labor Day. Now I sleep at night dreaming that I catch crabs.
On the first day of Labor Day, the weather on May Day was not so sultry, and it rained a few drops of light rain from time to time, which made people feel very comfortable. In the afternoon, our Smurfs team came to Qianjiang New City to participate in the low-carbon business street activities. The teacher gave us a CEO certificate. From now on, we are all small CEOs, so I don't want to mention how happy we are.
We chose a clean place, covered it with blue and white plaid cloth, and arranged the delicate small commodities in the bag neatly. Tableware, file bag, pen, cup, fan, wallet, ornaments, creative pins, cartoon eraser, handbag and storage box-everything was really dazzling.
"Don't miss passing by. Come and see! " Ha ha! This is the business that six small bosses of our team shouted! In a short time, our booth was surrounded by adults and children. We took the trouble to introduce the purpose of the goods, and the business was done one by one. I'm busy running around in charge of registration, asking customers to sign my name. Other players are not idle for a moment, including introducing, collecting money and soliciting business. Although they are very busy, everyone's heart is full of joy.
An hour has passed, more than half of our products have been sold, and customers have gradually dispersed. At this moment, everyone should have a drink and a snack to replenish energy. But after a while, no customers came to visit us, and we were as anxious as ants on hot bricks-running around. It can't go on like this. The six of us shouted together and went to the crowd to introduce our products to them desperately. Many things happen, and we have ushered in the sales peak again. Time flies, two hours of sales are coming to an end, and our goods are running out. Looking at our brilliant achievements, everyone's face is like a blooming sunflower with a bright smile.
After setting up the booth, our Smurfs team presented red apples to the volunteers' brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts. It is their contribution that makes us have a beautiful and clean environment. Then there was an episode. Because we were in a hurry, everyone left two bags for money and goods. When we found that we had to hurry back to find them, the ground was clean and everyone's mood suddenly fell to the bottom. At this time, two cleaning aunts appeared. They picked it up and put it away for us. Looking at the aunts in front of us, although they are so ordinary, their golden hearts deeply touched us.
Today is very tired, but because of our efforts and many kind uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, our hearts are full and warm. Today is a day worthy of our commemoration.
The footsteps of May Day are getting closer and closer to us, and grandpa's birthday is coming quietly.
On May 2nd, I went to celebrate my grandpa's birthday with joy and excitement. I have been hesitating about what gift to give grandpa these two days. After all, this is his 70th birthday! I thought about it and didn't know what to send. The very next day, I was looking for something in the box and accidentally found some health care products for the elderly. By the way, isn't it a beautiful gift to choose one of these health care products and then buy a wrapping paper for yourself? I got up and ran to the stationery store to choose a beautiful wrapping paper, and then bought two exquisite birthday cards with music. I wrote these words of blessing on this birthday card: "Grandpa, on this special day, I put my blessing in your glass, wishing you a happy birthday, good health and abundant financial resources!" " "At home, I found three tools, scissors, tape and glue, and started to work. However, after a long time, the gift was ready. I took the gift and looked around to make sure it was all right before I put it down.
I got up early on May 2nd, knowing that today is my grandpa's birthday, and I did my homework at home in the morning. The whole morning passed in a flash. At noon, we went to a restaurant to eat. There are so many people, whether from their own families, the countryside or grandpa's old friends. Our room is very big, but we still can't sit down, so we went to the lobby to reserve seats. Good, good, really lively, I can't help but sigh. I have a gift for grandpa in my hand, and no one dares to give it. Finally, I waited for my sister to send it with me. We gave the gift to grandpa together. Grandpa was very happy and read my blessing to everyone. Everyone praised me for my good writing.
In the evening, we got together again, and the cake ordered at home arrived. We asked the chef to divide the cake into six parts and put these six parts on the six tables where we ate. Our children want to play a practical joke. First, we each take a piece of cake, then we put some cream on our fingers, and then we put cream on each other's faces when they are not looking. This game has become a common occurrence in our games.
Time flies and it's all over. We left reluctantly.
Lying in bed at night, thinking about today's day, I couldn't help laughing. I don't know when I fell asleep In my dream, I saw my grandpa's happy expression when he received my gift, and kept saying that I was a good grandson.
On the first day of Labor Day, Composition 6 In the flowery Puyue, May Day came again. However, in my spare time and hardships, I wonder how long Labor Day is.
We once sang the slogan "Labor is the most glorious", we once expressed our highest respect to the workers and peasants, and we once followed the climax of going to the countryside. Of course, we can't follow the footsteps of workers and peasants as before, but at least we should give them even the most basic respect.
On Labor Day, my family walked on the bustling Nanjing Road. Three days before and after the holiday, the original neon lights flashed like sunshine, and Nanjing Road added a wave of people like the tide, which was even more warm and noisy.
I was having a good time when I suddenly wanted to go to the toilet, so I crossed the path paved with exquisite floor tiles, bypassed a well-dressed figure and came to a roadside alley. Here, all the colorful lights disappeared in an instant, only the bleak white light from this public toilet lit up a small area. Compared with this deserted alley, Nanjing Road just around the corner seems to be another world.
On a bench next to the toilet, several farmers lived. Through the white light, I can vaguely see that their bodies are still covered with mud and their clothes are wet. Obviously, they have just returned from work and are resting here. Their faces have been scarred by the sun and wind, and they look at the bustling world around them with a tired and helpless face.
If this is just a normal thing, then the next event makes me a little angry. Groups of people passed by them, most of them were ordinary, but a few people still showed disdain. Some people even stepped up their pace and mumbled something. Beautiful leather shoes walk at a brisk pace, bypassing this group of farmers who have to work hard on holidays.
I'm a little surprised. Should we adopt this attitude towards migrant workers? Or we eat thicker than them, live wider than them and dress quieter than them. But let's think about it, everything we eat, from delicacies to whole grains; Everything we live, from tall buildings to bungalows; Everything we wear, from mink coats to undershirts and shorts. All this, and which one is not farmers, workers and other tens of millions of workers in Qian Qian with sweat and labor? How can we have a comfortable life, a prosperous city and a powerful country? But a few of us were dismissive of famous workers at first. Isn't this the original intention of our Labor Day?
Yes, Labor Day is a comfortable holiday and a good opportunity for leisure and entertainment. However, only when we really start to respect the workers and truly admire, admire and even fear them can Labor Day have real significance.