The most brilliant labor prose

In study, work and even life, many people have had the experience of writing compositions and are familiar with them. Prose usually has a meaningful ending. So how do you write a general composition? The following is my most brilliant essay on labor for reference only. Let's have a look.

The most glorious essay of labor 1 Listening to the elders in the frontcourt or praising the working people at the bottom of society in books and newspapers is often casual and deaf, and there is no profound feeling or experience. I didn't really realize this meaning until a little thing touched me!

It was the summer of 2004, and the sun was releasing its fiery passion. Walking on the way to school, my shirt was soaked with sweat, and my back carrying my schoolbag was covered with sweat stains. I hope I can have a transfer solution and transfer it to an air-conditioned room. That's cool!

Finally, I turned into an alley leading to the community. Several children clamored for cold drinks with pocket money. Suddenly, a leg in blue pants jumped into my eyes. Then a stench came, and the woman riding a bicycle on the side also ran into the apartment building, covering her nose. I was stunned by what I saw. A middle-aged man in a blue cleaning suit was lying on the ground, reaching into the stinking sewer and taking out pools of black-gray garbage with a disgusting smell. What is even more unacceptable is that he did not wear gloves, but made close contact with those things with his hands. At first, I didn't let the stench scare me, although I still made nausea two or three times. Because the cleaners put up with worse smells than I did.

But in the end, I couldn't stand this terrible and suffocating smell and walked through that hellish place. I looked back many times, but he was still lying there, not covering his nose!

Although it was just an ordinary scene, he really touched me! When I walked past, I saw the sewage overflowing. The sewer is blocked by some plastic bags, coke bottles, plates and rice and a lot of hair. At that time, I was complaining that I didn't send someone to clean the property. What do they do? My son's jaw-dropping scene today finally made me realize what real glory is!

We really should cherish the labor of others! It's not about money. Who else would be so willing to do such dirty and tired work now! We just need such simple working people to show the most beautiful side of our society!

Labor is the most glorious prose II. Labor is a kind of exercise; Labor is a virtue; Labor is a kind of cultivation.

Tomorrow is "May Day" International Labor Day, and the school will be closed for three days. After school, I walked into the house with a heavy schoolbag on my back. I put down my schoolbag and looked at my watch. It was half past six and I was just about to ask my mother to cook. Seeing the silence at home, my parents are definitely not at home. It seems that I have to do it myself, and I have plenty of food and clothing! I went to the vegetable garden to pick some peppers, and then I started my cooking adventure.

I'll start with "green pepper climbing vegetables". Pay special attention to the heat of this dish. The last green pepper was fried into black pepper by me. I waited for the oil in the pot to smoke, and with a bang, I poured the green pepper into the pot. I made a few noises with a spatula and went out of the pot. Taste it? Hey! It tastes good! This is an improvement over last time. I also want a "potato fillet". The trick of this dish lies in the knife. I sliced the potatoes carefully and then turned the slices into filaments. I fried the potatoes bit by bit. Wow! It smells good, worthy of Master Huang's painstaking efforts!

My parents came back as soon as I finished. I set the table and served the plates. My mother said happily, "When did you become so obedient?" I said naughtily, "I was so obedient, but your beautiful eyes didn't find it." Dad interrupted: "These dishes are really delicious, girl, they are becoming more and more master-like!" Hearing this, I was as happy as a ripe pomegranate-I folded my hands and said modestly, "shame, shame, flatter me, flatter me."

After dinner, I scrambled to collect the bowl and let my mother rest. My mother had no choice but to watch TV. I performed in the kitchen alone, with pots and pans in full swing, comparable to the symphony played by the Philharmonic Orchestra. Because the performance was very successful, I got thunderous applause and endless praise from the audience, and encouraged me to make persistent efforts and climb new heights bravely. A big smile hangs on my face again.

I work, I am happy. I work, I am glorious!

People often say: "Labor is hard and glorious." I have been puzzled by this sentence before, but once I work, I understand the meaning.

The school requires every class to have a general cleaning this Friday. Teacher Liu, the head teacher, announced to us: "We are going to have a general cleaning this afternoon. I hope that everyone will actively participate in the activities and bring good labor tools. " The students cheered, because in our eyes, labor is an interesting thing.

After the second class, students take action without division of labor. They are like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea-they all show their magical powers, some sweep the floor with brooms, some mop the floor with mopeds, some clean the windows with rags, some clean the blackboards with blackboards, and some clean the walls with rags ... The students are all kinds of movements, some tilt their heads, as if looking for the next goal; Some waved their hands, as if painting green clothes on the table; Other students mobilized together, as if they were dancing and cleaning. I was so busy that I picked up the rag and wiped the window with all my strength. Ah! I don't know if I don't wipe it, I will be shocked if I wipe it! The window that looks clean on weekdays is so dirty.

After cleaning, the whole classroom has taken on a new look and become brighter and cleaner. Although the students are so tired that their back aches and their legs ache, I don't want to mention how happy I am looking at the clean floor, neat tables and chairs and bright glass.

Labor is a watercolor that makes the world better, a magic that makes life more meaningful, and a gift that enriches the soul. Students, as young pioneers, we should keep in mind that "labor is the most glorious"!