Labor Day Essay 1 The day before yesterday was Labor Day holiday. People don't have to go to work and are immersed in the festive atmosphere. And I, taking advantage of the cool morning, rode my beloved bike and took a leisurely walk in the community.
After running a few laps, I was so tired that I was sweating. When I was looking for a place to have a rest, I saw an old man in uniform cleaning the community in front of me, cleaning with a long broom. I was curious, so I went over to him and asked him, "Grandpa, today is May Day holiday, and everyone has a holiday. Why do you have to sweep the floor? " The old man stopped his work, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel hanging around his neck and said with a smile, "The more people there are during the holiday, the sooner I will clean up the ground so that everyone can have a good holiday!" I am also very happy to see people talking and laughing through the road I cleaned! " With that, the old man held the broom high with his big rough palm. ...
The sun has risen slowly, and the sun shines on the road that the old man has just cleaned, just like a jade belt shining with silver light. The sun shone on the old man in front, leaving a dancing high and big shadow on the road.
At this time, a gust of wind blew head-on, rolled up a small piece of paper in the grass by the roadside, made several rolls in the air and landed in front of me. I quickly parked the car, picked up the small pieces of paper on the ground, hummed a little song with big steps, and walked happily to the trash can in front. ...
On the morning of May 1 ST, the bird sang "The Song of May 1 ST" and wiped the small window made of leaves with its mouth. Busy! The little ants are also busy moving, and our family is not to be outdone, ready to clean up.
My parents and I are in an orderly way, and the division of labor is very clear: my father is responsible for cleaning the windows, my mother is responsible for cleaning the doors, and I am responsible for cleaning the tables. Our sweeping robot is "resting", of course, it is responsible for sweeping and mopping the floor! Dad is cleaning the window, humming a ditty, and singing while cleaning the window. What a lovely rag! He followed his brother and walked leisurely to the window. The window seems to be in no mood. In fact, she is so happy! You see, the rag and the hand brother polished her up and made her spotless! Mother is responsible for cleaning the door. She had a rag in her hand, and she tiptoed to wipe it and bent down to wipe it. How interesting! Not to be outdone, I took a small pink rag and wiped it on the green table over and over again. The table is very "long", full of small drops of water, rolling happily on the water. How naughty! Then put colorful shuttlecocks neatly on it, just like a beautiful gouache painting!
Sweep the floor and mop the floor after the break. Have fun! When he sweeps the floor, he will make a "cheep-cheep-cheep" sound. I guess this is his unique voice! He can be stupid sometimes-he will bump into the wall or get under the sofa later.
I love labor, and I love this happy Labor Day! Did you work this Labor Day?
Labor Day Essay 3 It's Labor Day again. This year's long holiday has five days. My parents decided to take us on a trip to Beijing. Of course Tsinghua Peking University will go.
Everything in Tsinghua University is full of green. Walking into the gate feels like walking into the botanical garden. There are countless trees: cypress trees are even in thickness and stand upright on both sides; French paulownia scales are delicate and ingenious; White, yellow and purple lilacs are actually blooming, emitting a fragrance, and there are many towering old trees, which almost cover the scorching sun. Further on, you will reach the lotus pond written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing. Although it is not the season for lotus flowers to bloom, piles of green and round lotus leaves are still refreshing. Looking around, I saw a pool of spring water flowing slowly. On the shore of the lotus pond, I came across a girl who was looking for a stone. She gave me and my brother a piece each. After seeing the stone statues of Confucius, Zhu Ziqing and Wen Yiduo, we also saw several big peacocks behind a rockery. Although I have seen peacocks in my hazy memory, my brother is even more surprised to see white peacocks and fairies for the first time in my life. So, I took the camera and recorded this rare shot.
After visiting Tsinghua, we arrived in Peking University by bus. The architectural style of Peking University is completely different from that of Tsinghua. Almost all the teaching buildings are in the style of ancient gardens. We went there to visit the museum, and my brother looked at it and said, "I can't sleep again this time." I don't understand. Later I learned that he was afraid of the skulls of ancient primitive people. When I came out of the museum, I suddenly felt the temperature plummet and vaguely heard the sound of running water. I asked the tour guide, and she told me that the unnamed lake had arrived. I looked up, and sure enough, I saw the waves rippling slowly and the breeze blowing gently, which was very pleasant. In the distance, the shadow of Boya Tower is reflected on the lake, and the top of the tower falls next to the stone fish on an island in the middle of the lake, giving people a beautiful enjoyment. I just wanted to go down and play for a while, but my mother stopped me, so I had to run to the hillside and knock a big clock.
The holiday will be over soon, and I am more determined to have this holiday. I must be admitted to a prestigious school like Tsinghua Peking University in the future!
Labor Day Essay 4 The annual Labor Day has arrived. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I can finally take a long vacation! I can do my homework, watch TV, play computer and visit my relatives and friends every day. I'm so happy! On this May Day, my family is going to visit my aunt's breakfast shop and learn how to entertain guests.
On the morning of May Day, my whole family came to my aunt's shop early. My aunt has opened the door of the shop and is setting tables and chairs. As soon as we arrived, we were invited to eat delicious handmade noodles and jiaozi, and we could have a bowl of hot soup after eating. How thoughtful!
Eight o'clock is coming, and some guests are coming one after another. Some of them eat noodles, some eat vermicelli and some eat jiaozi, and everyone drinks an extra bowl of soup. My aunt washes a dozen guests a day, each with two bowls, and is also responsible for cleaning the store. The locks at home are really busy. Plus, today is May Day, and there are many people. Seeing this, I decided to help my aunt for a day and be a waitress in the breakfast shop for a day.
First of all, I want to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. I will put away the bowls and chopsticks eaten by the guests, put them in the sink, fold them according to the size, and then clean the table to welcome the next guest. I went in and out, busy before and after, until ten o'clock, and finally all the guests left. I'll put the table away.
Next, I want to help wash the dishes. My aunt and I squatted down to the pool and turned on the tap to wash the dishes. Looking at two or three stacks of thick bowls, I couldn't help but be surprised and say, "Aunt, how can there be so many bowls!" " "Aunt smiled and said," more bowls for the guests. Now you know it is not easy to make money! "! Today is Labor Day, let's work hard on Labor Day! "At first, my aunt and I divided the work. She washed the dishes and I filtered them with water. After our efforts, we finally washed the dishes.
The morning has passed, and I have to do the last job as a clerk in the afternoon, that is, mop the floor of the shop. This doesn't bother me, because mopping the floor is my strong point. Without saying anything, I picked up the mop, dipped it in water and wrung it dry, and then quietly dragged it up. My aunt's shop is not big, but there are many sundries, which always block the mop, and I can't drag it around. I had to move the sundries bit by bit and drag them away. As time goes by, sweat finally brings success.
Night has come, and we are going home. My aunt bought me an ice cream as a thank you. Tasting the cold ice cream, I recalled my work just now. May Day has passed in my labor. I think this May Day has made me understand the value of labor and learned May Day labor. Let's work on May Day!
I have been looking forward to the May Day holiday for a long time. I thought I should have at least two days off, but it ended with overtime-rest-temporary overtime.
On April 29th, I played a game by texting. Unfortunately, I was the only player in the end. Maybe I was thoughtless. After all, the circle of friends is a private thing, and publicity is tantamount to indirectly eating other people's lives, which is really inappropriate. Perhaps to punish my carelessness, the supervisor temporarily asked me to go back to work today last night, only for less than 4 hours.
Labor Day holiday, for many people, is a holiday for traveling, and for many people, it is also a day to go to work, especially in the service industry. With the improvement of people's living standards and the gradual enhancement of consumption power, as well as the free highway on holidays, it has become normal to go out to play in any way in recent years. Grass-roots employees in the service industry still have to go to work on Labor Day, and peace day is no different. In the conversation with employees, although it is said that going out for vacation is all about looking at people, going to work or staying at home, it is false to say that there is no gap in my heart. On the way to work, watching couples holding hands or a family laughing and laughing, this kind of picture that only appears on holidays, how can you not want to happen to yourself? This is simply the pursuit of happiness.
If you also have the opportunity to personally deal with employees working in the front line, you will find that although there are many places where you feel that you are not doing well, they will not consider so much because they don't ask much and won't ask for anything. They just work hard with their hands and feet in exchange for a little reward to improve their lives. Or cook a hot meal for your family, or send some precious money to help your hometown thousands of kilometers away. It's really that simple.
On Labor Day, my second aunt and cousin and I came to Jindou Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, I looked up curiously at Jindou Mountain. This continuous mountain peak is like a camel, right or wrong, like a hunchbacked old man, and like a water wave. My cousin's words reminded me: "Look, there seem to be many locust trees on that mountain!" " "Suddenly, a good idea flashed through my mind:" Why don't we pick Sophora japonica flowers to eat! ""good! "So a warm current is pushing us forward.
We were very happy when we first went up the mountain, and we became more energetic as we walked. However, due to my carelessness, I accidentally stepped on a pile of sand. The mountain road seemed so rugged that I almost fell down. At this time, I am nervous and ready to fight!
"Look! There is a big acacia tree in front! " We happily ran under the tree again and looked up. I didn't expect the tree to be really tall. What can we do? Everyone was anxious. My second uncle patted his chest and said, "Nothing, just leave it to me!" "My second uncle climbed up the tree in a few minutes and broke a locust branch from the tree. My cousin and I were so busy that we picked up a branch of a locust tree from the ground, moved it to a big stone and began to pick the locust tree from the branch. At first, we chose it very actively. Later, I found that many small thorns on the branches were either stuck in my hands or on my clothes, and many bugs came out to make fun of me, hum! I will stick to it and never give up.
In this way, we picked two bags full, and this is the fruit of victory. Anyway, I couldn't finish it, and my cousin had a good idea: "We might as well sell it and experience life!" "That's a good idea! Come on, let's go down the mountain to sell Sophora japonica! "
Let's go home, divide the acacia into a catty, and we will go to the market to sell it for one yuan a catty!
When we came to the market, my cousin and I set up a stall near the fruit stand. We followed the example of businessmen and asked passers-by if they wanted to buy it, but no one bought it. At this moment, an aunt who sells tomatoes came over and asked the price. We say one yuan a catty. She said, "It's too cheap. People sell it for four yuan a catty." I explained to her, "My cousin, my second uncle and my second aunt picked this on the mountain this morning. This is what we want to experience life." As soon as my voice fell, a fruit uncle heard our conversation and bought two bags. We are very happy.
At this time, another uncle came to watch the fun. The uncle who sold fruit praised the flowers of the acacia we sold, so he bought three more bags. We still have three bags here, one of which weighs only half a catty. What can we do? The fruit seller saw that we were in trouble, and acacia was so cheap that he packed the rest. In this way, my cousin and I got seven dollars and fifty cents, which is really full!
Today is really a happy day and a bumper harvest day!
Labor Day Essay 7 Laborers are happy to celebrate Labor Day, not only because they can not work or be lazy on this day, but because we love labor and think it is meaningful. Labor is the first need in our life, and we regard it as extremely noble. Therefore, we should respect, love, praise and commemorate labor, so it is necessary to set up a festival for labor-Labor Day!
Parents told us from an early age that labor is glorious, labor is great and labor creates the world! Therefore, we should form the habit of loving labor from an early age!
After I went to school, I learned the true meaning of labor from various textbooks under the education of teachers, and then I understood why labor created the world! When I was a student, it seemed that no one despised labor, despised labor and looked down on laborers. At that time, we thought that labor was only the difference between mental labor and manual labor, and labor was only the difference of division of labor, and there was no difference between high and low!
Especially in my youth and middle age, I always take an active part in all kinds of voluntary labor that is not within my own scope but within my ability. And every time I participate, I feel very interesting, very interesting and very happy, because it is a group activity. Of course, since I became a worker, I have never stopped working six days a week, either physically or mentally, unless I am sick or injured.
Later, I don't know when it started. People no longer seem to mention the glory and greatness of labor, especially manual labor, which seems to be synonymous with "incompetence" and "incompetence". Now, when we talk about a person's ability, achievement and career, it seems that we all refer to mental workers, managers and white-collar workers, and the only criterion for measuring the quality of labor is income-how much money did you earn? It seems that labor remuneration is the only representative of labor performance.
In my opinion, the quality of labor should be measured by labor attitude, labor emotion and labor benefit.
Labor Day reminds us to cherish what we can do every day! It is unforgettable to live in the present and cherish the present.
May 1 ST Labor Day Essay 8May 1 ST Labor Day strode with the warm wind in early summer. Wearing cool summer clothes for the first time, walking lightly on the ridge of the country, watching grandma's busy back in the field. Memories of those labors come to my mind like movies.
"Labor", a strange and familiar word, lives in the city all the year round. I have long forgotten its truest and simplest meaning, as well as the occasional arrangement of the hut, and the rare washing and washing dishes at ordinary times ... until the early summer of that year, it became a typical example of "bitterness" and "fatigue" in my heart. ...
I remember what it was like in May and June. Pottery is surging in the wheat field, a fragrance full of happiness and satisfaction is flowing in the warm air, and busy figures are swaying everywhere in the wheat field. All this shows a message that makes everyone's heart beat faster: the wheat is ripe!
That day, the sun was shining, even a little dazzling, and my father wanted to take me back to my hometown to watch the farmers harvest. Unfortunately, the wheat at home has already been harvested by the hard-working grandmother and carefully dried and stored. I squatted on the ridge with some regret, tearing at a straw bored, looking up at the seemingly endless fields covered with straw, which covered the earth with gorgeous harvest costumes like a golden carpet.
"Let's clean up the straw together!" Xiaowen next door smiled and held out his hand. Healthy wheat skin, pure Ming Che's black eyes and golden fields set each other off. The words sound just fell and Xiaowen dragged me into the field. She skillfully tied up a bundle of straw and looked up at the blazing sun. I crustily skin of head and tied the straw like Xiaowen.
"Hey, it's not tied like this." "Hey, you made a mistake again!" ..... Xiaowen patiently pointed, big beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his hands were a little overwhelmed. I only feel that my fingers are itchy with straw, and my arms seem to be filled with lead. Sweat has soaked my clothes and flowed into my mouth along my cheeks, salty and slightly bitter. The whole person seems to have accidentally fallen into the river, soaked to the skin and extremely embarrassed. Originally beautiful sunshine, but now unexpectedly vicious, I almost have an impulse to rush into the refrigerator to cool off the heat.
I don't know how long it took. In my opinion at that time, I'm afraid it was centuries old. Xiaowen and I finally packed the straw and sat on the ridge to enjoy the cool breeze in the field. I suddenly feel that the neat straw in front of me is like a strange work of art, golden yellow, neatly arranged, as if absorbing the sweat of workers, shining, like a monument to praise labor and workers.
Labor is an instinct of "facing the loess and facing the sky", an insistence of "no pains, no gains" and a joy of "no pains, no gains", which sharpens everyone's body and mind. I stood on the ridge of the field, and a song I learned as a child inexplicably sounded in my ear: "Labor is the most glorious, and labor creates happiness." ...
On May Day, my parents went to work overtime. I lay in bed and thought, since it's labor day, I'm going to work. Let's tidy up.
Make up your mind and get up and work! I washed the dishcloth, moved a stool with people, and wiped the wardrobe at home from top to bottom. After a while, fine sweat oozed from my forehead, and then the wardrobe shone as if laughing.
Strange to say, I'm sorry. Although I am a girl, I am always forgetful at ordinary times, and my study is also very chaotic. Usually, my mother helps me clean. Today, I will show my talent. I put the books on my desk on the shelf first, and then put other things on the coffee table. Then I wiped my desk with a rag and tidied up the school supplies such as pen container and pencil sharpener neatly. At this moment, Jie's study seems to be smiling at me.
Start mopping the floor The appearance of the floor makes my heart ache, because every time I move the stool carelessly, I will scar. I brushed it carefully with a broom, and the original pale' face' on the floor added a luster. I picked up the mop, first a total annihilation, and then a meteor caught the moon! Hey, the floor looked at me and smiled.
With my efforts, the room is finally clean and bright. Although I am very tired, I am very happy. This is the magic of labor! I smiled happily.
Labor Day Essay 10 May Day is here. After a false alarm, my husband was anxious to inform his friends to play as scheduled.
As a result, we spent the whole morning by car, passing through Hutubi Manas and browsing. Small counties are much smaller than big cities and have no characteristics. I still prefer Shihezi, which has a wide road and a planned atmosphere, leaving a lot of room for later development. Because Taoyuan missed the most beautiful flowering period, there were not many scattered people, and everyone took pictures of each other. The owner of Taoyuan enthusiastically took photos for us and took photos for us. He said with emotion; Not this year, it was cold and hot, and it snowed twice in a row. Many flowers and bones were destroyed, and many peach trees froze to death. This year is a disaster year. Farmers' spring seedlings have been affected. ...
After the turn, I feel that there is nothing to play and see. Is it necessary to stay for one night? Might as well go home! Think about it, Xinjiang people are really poor, with vast territory and abundant resources. Everyone who has a flower show and a tree show is joining in the fun. It looks strange. In fact, such scenery can be seen everywhere in the mainland!
Our visit turned into a turning point. We visited a new farm. After watching TV and chatting, a table of Xinjiang-style farmhouse meals was served. Vegetarian dishes are well matched, including tiger dishes, cold alfalfa dishes that are not common at ordinary times, shredded green peppers ... braised hand-grabbed mutton is delicious, barbecue and so on. At first glance, the host is a funny new farmer, who speaks authentic Xinjiang dialect and is still joking. Sometimes, he said that Gansu people have a bad reputation and are stingy in Xinjiang. Now, with the efforts of several generations, life is getting better and better, and everyone is not short of food. He also said that once he didn't sleep much for three days and nights in a row (when the farm was busy), and he drank a few mouthfuls of white wine when he was sleepy. We asked him how much money he could earn in these three days, and he said about 10 thousand.
? It is true that "industry makes you rich". As long as people can bear hardships and be diligent, farmers can also make a fortune. Their small courtyard is on the edge of the city, and it will be levied soon, which will definitely compensate a lot of money and buildings. After seeing the peasants now, I feel that the most pitiful thing now is the working class. There is no land, no other extra money, only dead wages, and wages are not high. Front-line workers are even more miserable. For example, plumbers do the dirtiest and most tiring work and often work overtime. They don't pay for holidays, and overtime pay is pitiful. The overtime pay and holiday rest stipulated by the state are not implemented at all, and work is not free and time is stuck. Reminds me of the political lessons I learned when I was a child. What impressed me the most is: dying capitalism, struggling dying capitalism, squeezing the surplus value of workers! I think, isn't our present system a capitalist system? Pursuing profit maximization, how can it be maximized without saving from all aspects? I can only sigh: poor working class!
After a farewell dinner in a farmhouse, we drove home soon. There are traffic jams from time to time, and the night gradually diffuses. The headlights in front of the expressway are connected end to end into a charming neon dragon, and the shadows of trees are hidden in the night. Under the illumination of street lamps, the smoke was blurred and there was a smoke explosion. Listening to the smooth music on the radio, I feel that the trip all the way out is also very beautiful!
Labor Day Essay 1 1 I remember that I was a junior in that year and I was looking forward to the May Day holiday, because my girlfriend and I made an appointment to travel to Guilin together this holiday.
Before we set off, we searched the information of Guilin, the introduction of scenic spots and related matters needing attention on the Internet. The overnight train from Zhuzhou arrived in Guilin early in the morning. Then the first stop, looking for a hotel. After listening to a friend's introduction, the hotel in North Bus Station was clean and affordable, so I took a bus to North Bus Station, booked a room and tried Guilin rice noodles. That's a powder shop in a community. The boss is very enthusiastic. My girlfriend and I ordered hot and sour powder and beef powder, so that we could taste two flavors. Compared with Hunan, rice noodles are delicious and cheap. This is an unexpected surprise. At noon, we went to the botanical garden. Enjoy the beautiful garden landscape here, breathe the fragrant air and take photos while enjoying it.
The next day, we set off for Yang Xu, where we felt different beauty and customs. What I remember most is riding the Shili Gallery. I rented a bicycle and carried my girlfriend, singing and laughing all the way. When I saw the good scenery, I stopped to take pictures, climbed the hill, waded through the stream and crossed the field. I finally rode to the end of the road and walked into the village, further feeling the simplicity and enthusiasm of Guilin people. Due to the limited time, I hurried all the way, but the beautiful scenery was deeply remembered in my heart.
I will never forget this trip. I not only enjoyed the beautiful mountains and rivers, but also learned beautiful legends. I also realized the true meaning of Guilin's landscape.