Essay Title Stepping on the Road to Work for Parents No less than 800 words Urgent

In the past, others called me "the king of motion sickness". As soon as I got into the front of the car, I felt dizzy, and my stomach felt like a river and a sea, and I only wanted to do one thing - vomit.

Today, I followed my mom to work. I was so excited that I didn't feel any motion sickness at all because it was my first time working with my mom. Sitting in the car, I looked around, and slowly, I saw the "beach".

The houses there are very peculiar, brightly coloured, with a few piers at the bottom, which are used to protect them from moisture. The decoration on the gate resembles a soaring dragon. The vehicle continued to the "Donkey Foal River".

I saw a golden donkey looking back at the sea with its front hooves raised and a big red flower around its neck. With its sight, I also saw the endless sea - the Bohai Sea, the clear water fascinated my eyes, and a few small fishing boats floating on the sea, leisurely. After a while, the car stopped, and I saw several pumping machines spinning and a few small trees in the flower beds swaying in the breeze as if dancing.

That's where mom works.

Mom changed into green overalls with the logo of "PetroChina" on her clothes, which made her look very energetic. I looked closely, and there were several overhead tanks on the side of the road, and a truck pulling oil was parked underneath, two workers were loading oil on it, and some workers were carrying small kegs to pick it up. Not far away, a tall drilling rig stood, and drillers are nervously busy.

"This is the preliminary work of oil extraction – drilling," my mother said. ”

There is a long queue of cars in the back, all of them are waiting for a "full meal"! So, my mother quickened her pace and worked non-stop ......

Stepping on the road to work for their parents, many children nowadays do not cherish the money earned by their parents' hard work, as if they think that the money is pie in the sky and falls to their families. In fact, pity the hearts of parents all over the world, every parent is very hard, not only to work to make money so that the family can have enough to eat, if it is a naughty boy, then it is necessary to worry about his studies, and some can make parents sad and unable to sleep. In fact, every penny we spend now is money from our parents' work.

For each one spent, it is to fill a few strands of gray hair on your parents' temples. Actually, when I was young, I also wasted money, and I even felt that the money was too little, and after I knew it, I tried to understand the situation of my parents at work, and when I knew, I found that I really didn't know my own parents. From then on, I refused my pocket money and began to think about my parents.

My mom is a person who stays in the office every day. From the very beginning, I already knew that she was very hard, squeezing the bus every day to go to work in a far away unit, and also writing some articles that were very esoteric to me to report to the above; Dad has been working outside, leaving Mom alone to support all the usual things at home, and every time I come home, it's like I'm preparing equipment to fight. Now that I'm older, I can share the burden for my mother.

As for my father, I have already said that my father has been working for a construction company in Shanghai, and he has to go to the construction site every day, and for a long time, the ultraviolet rays turn his complexion into a dark black like magic; And the lack of enough sleep (noisy in the dormitory) always annoyed him. He doesn't come back very often, he always comes back once every 2 weeks, and each time it's not very long, and he always gets home with a good night's sleep. When we asked him to stay a little longer, he always responded to us with a smile and a blanket word:

There are so many things, if you don't work hard, it's too late! "Maybe it's because Dad works hard, and the income on the family's financial accounts basically accounts for 75% of Daddy's salary. No matter if your parents work harder than my parents, they still have to be rich, and the hearts of parents for their children will always be the same and will never depreciate!

When you take the pocket money given by your parents and see the lamb skewers at the food stall, and you have your favorite toys on the road, and you are ready to pay for them, think about your parents.

It's Sunday, the weather is fine, and I don't get up until 9 o'clock on weekdays, so I freshen up early today because I have to go to work with my mom today. The road in the morning is not smooth, and I used to go to her company with my mother at night, but the maximum 20-minute drive is infinitely longer today, and I do jump up and down in the passenger seat. When I arrived at the company, I greeted my mother's colleagues, and I couldn't wait to turn on the computer, but my mother put a stack of handwritten manuscripts on the side of the computer.

Oh, I'm not here to play, I'm going to do my job before I can go online. "Mom pointed to the manuscript and said to me. "That's a lot of words, why are there so many?

I looked at the manuscript with dense small print, and I couldn't help but complain. "This is work, what are you doing when you come to work or not? "Mom looked at me a little depressed and explained to me.

Looking at my mother's slightly serious face, I sighed and had to get to work, after all, the only thing I could help with now was typing. By the time I typed it was nearly 11 o'clock, I rubbed my eyes and stretched, my stomach was hungry, but my mother had no intention of going to eat. "Mom, it's 11 o'clock and you haven't eaten.

I am hungry. "Seeing that she didn't react, I had to take the initiative. "The rule is to go to dinner at 11:30, and wait a minute.

My mother was dealing with the matter at hand, and she said to me without raising her head. I had to poke my head back and go on the net for a while. At noon, my mother broke away from the group and took me to Pizza Hut.

But the meal was not successful, and I had to work again in the afternoon. "Wait for a manual, you find the wrong word, by the way, help me look at it, I can't read the dictionary. "I had to nod my head, smiled silently in my heart, and spent an afternoon for food.

The afternoon work was not very heavy, and it took me less than 1 hour to get it all done. After playing on the Internet for a while, my mother put down her work and packed her bag to go out. "Mommy are you going to **?

I wonder if I don't have a job to go out today. "There is something temporary, and I have to go to the South Railway Station to deliver the goods. People are in a hurry.

Mom hurried, grabbed the car keys in one hand and went downstairs. By the time my mother came back, it was almost time to get off work, so I could go home later. The road was like in the morning, the traffic was jammed again, and my eyes were sour and astringent, so I asked my eyes to look as green as possible.

At this time, my mother spoke:"Tired today? "Of course, I was tired without thinking.

How can you not be tired. When I'm at home, I only need more than 2 hours to complete my homework, and I don't rely on computers very much, so I usually sleep in the afternoon to replenish my energy. This is not the case today.

Mom is like this every day. "I felt as if I heard my mother say that in a very soft voice. I am not particularly familiar with this road, but my mother has to pass by this road every day, she works every day, gets up early every day, faces the computer every day in the company, types every day, and checks every day.

Mom's one-day trip to work has ended successfully.

A special day: one day during the summer vacation of 2009.

A special itinerary: follow your parents' journey to work and experience your parents' busy experienceA special text: record your real feelings in the form of a diary from the morning to the time you follow your parents to work.

A special touch: to understand the difficulty of parents working for the family, and to appreciate the grace of nurturing without wanting to reciprocate.

Let's embark on the road to work as our parents ......

Are you copying all your essays? . .

Faint: The essay is very easy to write, but my Chinese grades are really too bad to help, I'm sorry.

Essay on your parents' way to work? gad！I'm good at writing anything, but the essay has never been written, and the key is that you have to make it clear, which stage of the essay is it, and who should it be handed over?

Otherwise, it's hard to write without stages, and what else is "stepping on the road to work for parents" is to go to work? Still is?

Today I went to work with my mom, so I woke up early in the morning. After breakfast, I went out with my mother. It's not very far to get to where my mom works, but it's two cars away.

I sat in the car and looked around, there were passers-by in a hurry, and there were a lot of cars on the road, and my mother said that it was the rush hour for work.

After getting out of the car, I walked for a few minutes to the company where my mother worked. Mom herself is in an office with 3 seats, which is quite spacious. Not long after I sat down, ** came in, and it seems that my mother's busy day is about to begin.

Next, I saw my mother copying, sending faxes, and typing **. It's still quite busy! When it was time for the lunch break, my mother would play computer games with me for a while, and then I would do my homework by myself, which would not affect my mother's work.

The day passed quickly, this was the first time I went to work with my mother, and I experienced the hard and boring work of my mother, so I should also work hard to repay her.

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