Urgently need the second year of junior high school essay Remembering a Labor , 600 words 10

On Monday morning, the teacher announced to us, "The school will be cleaned up in the afternoon, so please bring your tools." ”

After two classes in the afternoon, the cleaning began. We moved the chairs first, and then moved the table to the wall. At this time, the teacher said:

Students from 1 to 15 went to clean in public places, and the rest of the students stayed in the classroom to clean and were not allowed to play. "Let's be honest and leave. Those of us who stayed in the classroom got together to assign tasks, and my task was to wipe the desk.

I picked up a bucket and brought a bucket of water from the toilet. I put the rag in the bucket, scooped it up, and wrung out the water. Begin to wipe.

When I wiped a table, I found that it was covered with correction fluid and correction tape, and there were words written on it. I had no choice but to borrow a knife from my classmates to slowly scrape off the correction fluid and correction tape. I first put the knife on it and scratched it a few times, and the thick layer of correction liquid cracked, scraped along the crack, and after a while, it was finally scraped clean.

I also pulled out a bottle of detergent from home from my bag, sprayed it a few times on the table, and continued wiping. After about half an hour, I finally finished wiping the table.

I saw that Danqi was mopping the floor very seriously with a mop, Wanfen was cleaning the windows with a rag, she was wiping the windows very white, and some male classmates were removing the waste from the classroom and taking out the garbage ......The students were all in full swing, sweating profusely, and their bodies were dirty. At this time, a classmate stepped on the water and slipped on the ground with a "plop". When the classmates saw him, they all ran to help him up, rubbed him with medicine, disinfected, and stopped bleeding ......We told the student to sit in a chair and clean up after himself.

We finally cleaned the classroom, and the teacher came in and was very satisfied.

The next day, our classroom was rated as the cleanest by the school, and we couldn't be happier.

Ah, this labor is unforgettable.

Is it brain-dead? I can't write myself!!

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!