Essay on the third year of junior high school 600 words A day in the field work

If you don't know the chirp, it should be the early summer when the greenery is thick. The sun was not so hot, and it wasn't the cool breeze of one person blowing, but the people working in the fields were still sweating like rain.

Squatting for long periods of time, bending over from time to time, my patience had long since been exhausted by the repetitive and boring movements. But I can't complain. Because if I don't help my grandfather do this, he doesn't know how busy he will be.

To be honest, I can't appreciate the charm of this field work, but I can deeply understand my grandfather's hard work, and I can only share part of his hard work in this way.

There was another cool breeze, and my grandfather asked me to rest in the shade of the trees on the ridges, and I obeyed, after all, deep down, I didn't think that such work had the slightest charm. I put down my farm tools, sat on the ridge, and quietly looked at my grandfather, who was still working.

Grandpa is old, and his health is not as good as before. The movement is slow, and the beginning of one action to the end of another seems like a century has elapsed.

I can't help but wonder: what is it that has attracted generations of farmers to give their lives to this land? It seems to me that the work in the fields is tiring and boring, and there is no charm at all. I don't understand what's the point of spending time on these things?

The wind had stopped, and it was near noon, and the sun seemed to be a little poisonous. In order to be able to finish my work early and go home to cook, I finished my rest and went into the field. All I could feel was back pain, but seeing that my grandfather was so busy, I could only grit my teeth and persevere.

Grandpa was working and chatting with me. He said that this crop is like a child, and only when it is taken care of carefully will it grow up well.

My heart suddenly brightened, and I seemed to understand the charm of this field work. The reason why the peasants are not afraid of hardship and tiredness is not because they are used to it, but because they deeply appreciate the charm of this, and they deeply love this kind of life.

I think the charm of this field work is that it pays off. You have paid for this land, and it will definitely give you a good reward, and it will never let you work in vain. It is precisely because of this charm that the peasants are willing to work so hard.

Today, I have also gained from my hard work, and I have deeply understood the charm of working in the fields.

Time flies, and it's the annual May Day again! As a festival for workers, in order to implement the belief of "the glory of labor", we went out together as a family and decided to do a thorough cleaning of the house on the first day of this holiday!

After breakfast, our mission officially began under the command of my mother! I took over my labor tool, the broom, from my mother's hand, and immediately started my own cleaning work! I now start from the point where I see the more conspicuous corners, and as long as I see a little bit of dust, I can't escape my broom.

I thought that if I cleaned so diligently, I would be able to clean the eggplant very clean. But I didn't expect that when my mother checked, she just casually glanced at me and pointed out several problems with me!

But my mother didn't criticize me for this, but took the broom from me early. While demonstrating, he said: "Sweeping the floor should be swept from the inside out, and under these crevices, it is the focus of dust accumulation, so it is necessary to clean it carefully!"

Listening to my mother's teachings, I was ashamed to think that I had just ignored all these things that should have been valued in order to be happy. This is a great shame.

I took the broom from my mother's hand again, and this time I calmed down, and according to my mother's instructions, I started cleaning from the inside out from the inside room. And I didn't let go of the smaller gaps. Even after the sofa, I asked my father to help me move it away.

Sure enough, there was a lot of dust and fine garbage that could not be cleaned in the area. But after this thorough cleaning, I can also guarantee that every corner of the house is thoroughly cleaned!

Later, I was in charge of washing the clothes at home. I thought it would be an easy job, but looking at the many buttons on the washing machine, I made it difficult again. I'm ashamed to say that in the past, my mother was in charge of doing the laundry, and the washing machine at school was not so troublesome.

But this time, I didn't press recklessly, but took the initiative to consult my mother, and under my mother's guidance, I chose the correct mode and completed the cleaning.

When the clothes were washed, the cleaning of our house was basically over. Looking at the room that seemed to have been renovated, it seemed as if my heart had become more thorough. In addition, in this family cleaning, I not only exercised myself on Labor Day and brought out the essence of labor, but also learned that even the simplest labor work has a lot of wisdom and skills through the housework in life.

This is the experience of a true worker!

Today I am a little different, because I have to follow my parents to work for a day, so I have to get up an hour earlier than usual, and I am suffering from the rush hour bus congestion on the road, and I understand my parents' working environment for the first time, and I really feel the hardships of my parents.

My dad's job was very easy for everyone else, even my daughter. But today I'm going to change my mind about my dad's work. My dad was a small steel seller.

I went out with my father, we went out at 5 o'clock in the morning, and we didn't come home until 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening to do a few more business. I can stand the weather in the morning, but at noon, I am like an ant on a hot pot, it is too hot, Dad is still outside to lift the steel plate, I am sitting on the desk I can't stand it, not to mention that Dad is still outside, the sun has risen in mid-air, the dazzling light, the strong heat is still lifting the steel plate. I was so sad to see this.

Dad bought me a bottle of drink for four dollars, but he didn't buy it himself, so he drank the plain water. Dad's meal at noon is very simple, a plate of fried vegetables, a plate of roasted eggplant, in the past, my mother would come to my father to cook for him, but now my mother is not very comfortable, after all, my father is a man, and cooking is a woman's job, so Dad's meal is so simple. But at home, I eat sweet meals every day, and I have a hard time swallowing these dishes.

But my dad bought a boxed lunch for me a few minutes ago. The uncle next to me saw me and said, "It's not easy for your father, he works hard, and he usually can't even buy a bottle of water!" It's all for you!

When you grow up, you must be filial to your father! "I grabbed the food in the lunch box, tears streaming down my eyes, and hurriedly turned my head away from them.

Dad got off work early for me. While eating dinner at home, I turned my face to look at my dad and noticed the pale white sideburns and shallow wrinkles on his forehead. Suddenly, he realized that his father was usually too hard, and the hardships of life made him look old.

Today, the autumn is crisp and the sun is shining, and I am worried about writing essays! Hey, there's an aunt who is cleaning, why don't I experience the hard work of their street sweepers!

I walked up to my aunt, and she asked me, "Is there anything wrong with the children?" I said, "It's nothing, I just wanted 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: "Auntie, you have to get up early every day when you work like this!" (I asked as I took notes).

Yes, you can't afford to do this business early, and you can't finish this day's work! ”

What time do you have to wake up? ”

I have to get up at about four or five o'clock! ”

Is it the same in winter, do you get up so early? ”

Yes! "Auntie, do you work hard in this business? “

Of course it's hard! We have to sweep the floor, pick up garbage, maintain environmental hygiene... Do a lot of things in a day! Sometimes when it rains, those cars can't see the puddles, so they drive to the side, and the water splashes on us! ”

It's not easy for you to do this! ”

Yes, sometimes you can't go home for the holidays, and you have to finish your work before you can go home for the holidays! ”

Hearing this, I didn't have the courage to ask any more. I wanted to experience this kind of labor, so I said to my aunt, "Auntie, can you let me experience your work?"

Yes, yes, but it will stain your clothes! "Auntie persuaded me. But I said to my aunt:

It's okay, if it's dirty, ask mom to wash it! "Forget it! Under my pleading, my aunt finally agreed!

I took a broom and swept it on the road, the broom was so big that I didn't know how to sweep it, so I did it back and forth, and after 10 minutes of doing it, I was already out of breath, like I came back from a marathon. My aunt couldn't stand it anymore, so she gave me how to sweep it, and when I learned it, I swam around the road with the big bulky broom. I picked up the garbage with my hands when I saw it, and at first I refused to pick it up, but when I saw the scene of me throwing the garbage, I had to reach out and pick up the disgusting garbage.

After 1 hour of doing this, I came home dirty, and my mother asked me, "What are you doing, how do you get your clothes dirty?" "I was so tired that I didn't answer, I just fell asleep on the couch!

After this labor experience, I felt that it is not easy to do street sweeping, and I have to get up so early to work every day. Sweeping the floor on the street, eating dust, being splashed by water... We sat in the car and watched them sweep the streets, but it was not easy to really feel it.

When I think of my mother, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, in reality, my mother is very ordinary, but for me, she has her extraordinary things.

My life has been made bright and shining because of her. For my mom who gave so much for me, and I didn't feel my mom for me at all, I felt why I didn't have someone like that who could have a happy day with my mom. I just like to be alone in one place, maybe I am so cheerful in the eyes of others but so reluctant to talk to others in front of my own parents.

I never thought about my mother's hard work, my mother always paid silently for me, and now I think of my mother's face so old, and her gray hair is almost all over her head. Seeing this, my tears fell unconsciously. Every time I think of every word my mother said to me, it is always so profound and reminds me of how much my mother has done to me.

My mother is not like other people's mothers, my mother worked hard for me to give her life like the glory to me. I want to say to my hard-working mother: "Mom, you have worked hard"!

A person's life is inseparable from labor, and happiness will always be experienced in labor, because labor is the secret of happiness.

I remember when I was in elementary school, it was about to start, because I hadn't cleaned it for a long time, so the classroom was very dusty, and it wasn't a place for people to stay at all, so we began to mobilize the cleaning, and before I started working, I was "abducted" by the first-grade teacher to the first-grade to clean!

Because of the lack of manpower, the teacher only asked me to sweep the floor and row the tables, don't underestimate the sweeping and the tables!

Although the classroom was not very dirty, there was no confetti on the floor, but there was a thick layer of dust, I picked up the broom and began to sweep it, I swept it left, I swept it right, Yi, didn't it just sweep here? Why is there dust again? Anyway, I began to sweep the floor like a tornado, and finally, under my constant sweeping, the dust finally gave in, and under the irrigation of my hard sweeping and my sparkling sweat, the floor showed its original appearance (the floor was gray, in fact, it was almost pulled!).

The next work is only a row of tables, I began to row the first row of tables, this up point, too biased, no, down a little, well, okay, go out to see the effect, ah? How crooked? It's okay when you look inside, but now it's all messed up?

Maybe it's because I'm myopic and don't wear glasses! Myopia is really not a good thing, I reluctantly rearranged the table, now, well, okay, ok, pass, next row, that's it, I lined up row by row, the overall look, well, not bad, overall passable.

When the teacher came back, he watched me clean the classroom by myself, and dragged me to drink a drink and drink a cold soda, and the fatigue of the day was gone. Ah, what a joy it is to work. Looking back on it now, my heart is still a little excited.