The ancients said, "When weeding is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " This poem has been ringing in my ears.

A little bit of the past has merged into an ocean of my memory. In my heart, there are always a few silvery white waves, which let me remember, cherish and appreciate the true meaning and fun of life.

I remember once, when I was eating, I didn't eat much because the food was not delicious. My father saw a grain of rice in my bowl and said earnestly, "Food is hard to come by, so you should cherish it!" " It is very hard for farmers to grow these grains. "Then, my father told me how the farmer's uncle planted rice and said that he would take me around the fields and feel the hard work of the farmer's uncle.

The field is green, just like a big green blanket spread there. On this green blanket, many people are busy doing farm work, some are ploughing, some are picking seedlings, and some are ... Look, a farmer's uncle in his thirties over there is throwing seedlings. He took out green seedlings from a strange board and scattered them in the field to let them grow on their own. Every time he scatters a handful of seedlings, the sweat on his arm flies to the field with the seedlings. In addition, there is a farmer's mother-in-law weeding. Mother-in-law bent down gently and touched the dirty weeds and sludge with clean hands. Although the weeds have been removed, she still got her clean hands dirty. The burning sun shone on the back of every farmer, and the sweat soaked every one of their clothes. Every farmer came out of the field covered in mud and sweat.

Suddenly, I saw a 60-year-old man working in the field. He bent down for about five or six minutes, stood up and stretched himself, and kept beating his waist with his hands. The sun * * * was burning, and the sweat on my head was too late to wipe, and it fell to the ground drop by drop. At this moment, I can't help but think of a poem: "It is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. "

I remember grandpa told me before that they often ate some bark and wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger when they were young. It would be nice if someone could fill their stomachs with coarse grains. At that time, grandpa's greatest wish was to have a full meal and eat a bowl of white rice as a meal. After hearing what he said, I suddenly woke up and decided to cherish food and not waste it in the future.

For food, farmers braved the cold and heat to work hard in the fields; For the sake of food, scholars chanted a touching poem "Every grain is hard" over and over again.

Whenever I eat delicious rice in the future. I can't help but think of the grain that the farmer's uncle bought bit by bit.

Let's cherish the grain cultivated by this farmer's uncle. Every grain is his sweat.

2. The ingredients of each grain are hard. It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? "We have memorized this" Benjamin "since childhood, but do you really understand it?

You may say, "I understand, I study agriculture." Yes, we studied agriculture, cooking, picking cotton and digging sweet potatoes in the fifth grade. However, we only experienced the joy of harvest, but we didn't realize the hardships of sowing, fertilizing and spraying, and we didn't experience the high temperature of the sun under the scorching sun. This summer vacation, I went to the countryside of Henan and lived there for some days before I understood this poem and farmers.

The industriousness of farmers is far beyond my imagination. I thought farmers always went to work after breakfast, but it turned out that I was wrong. Farmers get up early and even go to work in the fields without eating. At this time, the field was crowded, and everyone worked hard until seven or eight o'clock to go home for dinner.

In addition to these, farmers have to load several barrels of pesticides or fertilizers on their carts, then pull the heavy carts to the ground along the bumpy road, hoe the ground first, wait until they are sweating, and then apply pesticides and fertilizers. When they get home, they are already sweating. They live a life facing the loess and facing the sky every day, which is very hard.

Farmers have worked hard year after year to feed more than 6 billion people all over the world. However, some students don't understand the hardships of farmers' uncles, and even waste and spoil food. You must know that "food is the sky for the people." Food is very important, and it is very wrong to waste food. Students, let's save food, starting with every breakfast, lunch and dinner.

It is difficult to write a 2000-word summary (review) about each pill. Every time I read the sentence "Who knows that every grain is a hard object on the plate", I feel very sad.

Celebrities at home and abroad advocate saving food. For example, Chairman Mao lived a simple life, slept on a hard bed and wore coarse clothes. A nightgown was repaired 73 times and worn for 20 years. During the difficult economic times, he took the initiative to reduce his salary and living standard, and did not eat fish or fruit. In the 1960s, once after a meeting before noon, he left everyone for lunch. At the dinner table, he cooked cabbage with a big bowl of meatballs and a few small dishes of pickles, and the staple food was sesame cake. Great men set an example of thrift for China people.

Another example: Queen Elizabeth. An English proverb she often uses is "save pennies, and pounds will follow". Every night, she will personally turn off the lights in the small halls and corridors of Buckingham Palace, and she insists that all toothpaste used by the royal family should be squeezed. There is also the Japanese Toyota Company, which claims that "everything will have a result, and finally there will be a Toyota car". In terms of cost management, work gloves should be replaced one by one when they are broken, and office paper should be used with the front side and the back side. Put a brick in the water tank of the toilet to save water. It is amazing that a multinational company that is respected by a country and world-famous has such a strong sense of saving.

In contrast, our life is so good, but some people are not so frugal. For example, according to a master's degree from a university in Nanjing, one day, a peasant couple in patched clothes and their daughter came to dinner. The couple bought a carefully prepared set meal for their daughter, but only bought two steamed buns to chew. The daughter only ate a few mouthfuls and would throw them away.

For another example, in school, this phenomenon has almost become a habit: looking around, we can see glistening rice, a few bites of white steamed bread or steamed buns, vegetables and even crispy ribs are thrown on the table. Standing in front of a big sewage tank in the first canteen of a school, it was overwhelming to see the master's hands take turns to take bowls and pour rice. Good people have counted. On average, one fifth of the students have to dump half a bowl of food, and more students have to dump 1/3.

According to the British survey, more than 1/4 of the food was thrown away. Last year, it was reported that the moon cakes thrown away during the Mid-Autumn Festival in China and Hongkong could fill a basketball court. Some experts believe that in fact, expired food can be eaten as long as it does not deteriorate, so the potential for saving food is not small.

Remember when I was a child, "eat!" My mother invited me to dinner. I walked lazily over, picked up the bowl and ate slowly. After a long time, I finally destroyed half a bowl of rice.

Holding a snack, he said, "I won't eat!" " ""no! " Mom said sternly. I pretended to be poor and said, "my good mother, please spare me." I really can't eat any more. " Mom said, "the grain is planted by the farmers' uncles one by one." You can't waste it. You know, in the disaster area, there are still many people who can't eat! "At this time, I can't help but think of Li Shen's" Benevolence for Farmers "in the Tang Dynasty." When weeding at noon, sweat dripped into the soil. Who knows the Chinese food on the plate is hard? "This poem-this poem describes the scene of farmers' uncles working in the sun, because farmers' uncles know that weeds mowing in the hot noon sun will soon be dried and killed, so even if they are sweating like a pig and hungry, we also know that every grain we eat on our plates is hard-won, and they are all bought by farmers' uncles with hard sweat in the heat. At this time, I seem to see the farmer's uncle hunched over and working in the field in the scorching sun.

At this time, the touching story of Wenchuan earthquake reappeared in my mind. Among them, a mother faces death and a hungry baby. Unable to find anything to eat, she cut off her finger without hesitation and fed her blood to the baby bit by bit. Another wounded man survived tenaciously by eating napkins. In the disaster area, having a bowl of rice is the greatest luxury. I seem to see those eyes eager for food. At this moment, my eyes are moist, and I have a feeling that I have never had before. I deeply understand the food we are used to. How difficult it is! How precious! I walked quickly to the table. "Ah, ah!" Eat up the rest of the rice in a few bites. So this rice is so fragrant and delicious! At this time, I said to myself: it was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. ...

4. Who knows that all the food on the plate is hard? At noon yesterday, the lunch break students of the whole school came to the classroom to eat, as always. Everyone got the lunch box, opened the lid of the lunch box, and showed disappointment on their faces, but they had to pick a few mouthfuls at will to fill their stomachs. Of course, including me. After teacher Luo called the roll, he asked everyone with concern: "What happened? Is the food better today? " "no!" Most people said in unison, and the answer was very simple. But I didn't say it, because when I thought about it, today's carrots and dried beans are still good, not delicious, but salty. Teacher Luo added: "But starting from tomorrow, the school will start to change the menu!" Everyone is full of expectations for new dishes, but they are sorry: they will leave their alma mater in a few months.

After supper, some students are peeling eggs. I looked at the eggshell that fell off at random and suddenly remembered a scene many days ago. At noon that day, we ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes and another dish. When I went to pour rice, I saw a big plastic bag outside the kitchen, which contained egg shells of different sizes, only part of which was broken. There are countless numbers, and there are nearly 500 visually. I looked at the eggs in the lunch box and then at the piles of egg shells, feeling inexplicably guilty. I immediately ate the food in the lunch box, even a few grains of rice. This just moved to the sink.

At noon today, we saw pineapples and onions in the lunch box, hehe! This is really an innovative dish! I looked at this colorful dish, but in my mind, two aunts in the school cafeteria were trying to prepare it. An aunt is chopping up the processed pineapples and onions, cleaning them and stirring them in a large pot. Another aunt carefully washed and steamed the rice. Insist again and again, make a lot of high-quality meals, so that the meals are not raw and the dishes are not hot. Although it is not delicious, it ensures health. Thinking of this, I pushed away my rejection of pineapple cooked food and enjoyed eating it. This is the result of aunts' labor. The school also changed the menu for the students, but we didn't thank them. Many students expressed dissatisfaction and let the school give us trouble.

When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every Chinese food is lucky! Aren't all the delicious cooked foods in the world cooked by people taking time? Not to mention healthy food. Even if you are rejected again, you should respect the work of others and try to accept it!

5. Who knows that every grain on the plate is a composition written in combination with the reality of life? Who knows that every grain on the plate is hard? "This is a poem by Li Shen. It tells people to cherish and save food. I read an article about thrift today, and I was deeply touched.

This story is called "A Coin", and the content is as follows: Once upon a time, there was an Englishman and a Jew who were looking for a job that suited them. One day, when they were walking in the street, they saw a coin on the ground. The Englishman left without looking, but the Jew picked it up excitedly. Two years later, when they first met, the Jews had become big bosses, while the British were still looking for them. The Jew said, "Because I will cherish every penny, and you don't even want a dollar coin, how can you get rich?" It tells us that wealth is accumulated bit by bit, we should cherish every penny and grain, we should form the habit of thrift, and we should not waste money and grain.

Having said that, I thought about my behavior in life.

I still remember that when my mother and I went out, I wanted to buy a good-looking one, whether it was useful or not. At that time, I asked my mother to buy me a teddy bear and spent 50 yuan. But when I got home, I put it aside, never watched it, never played it, and bought it for nothing. Then I thought about it, and it was really wrong! From now on, I will never spend money recklessly.

On that occasion, my mother spent a lot of time cooking a big dinner for me. But I ate a lot of snacks and my stomach couldn't hold up. I didn't think the dishes cooked by my mother were as delicious as those in the restaurant, so I lost my temper and dumped all those dishes into the trash can. Now I think about it, I feel ashamed!

Students, we should keep these historical missions in mind and carry forward the virtues of diligence and thrift of the Chinese nation. From today, from now on, let's form the good habit of thrift, have this beautiful quality and be an excellent pupil!

Who knows that every grain is hard?

The ancients said, "Mowing grass is noon, and sweat drips down the soil. But every grain is hard. " This poem has been ringing in my ears.

Little by little, the past has been integrated into the ocean of my memory. In my heart, there are always a few silvery white waves that let me remember, cherish and appreciate the true meaning and fun of life.

I remember once, when I was eating, I didn't eat much because the food was not delicious. My father saw that there were only rice grains in my bowl and said earnestly, "Food is hard to come by, so you should cherish it!" It is very hard for farmers to grow these grains. "Then, my father told me how the farmer's uncle planted rice and said that he would take me around the fields and feel the hard work of the farmer's uncle.

The field is green, just like a big green blanket spread there. On this green blanket, many people are busy doing farm work, some are plowing, some are picking seedlings, and some are ... Look, there is a farmer uncle in his thirties throwing seedlings. He took out green seedlings from a strange board and scattered them in the ground to make them grow. He always scatters a handful of seedlings and holds them full. There is also a farmer's mother-in-law weeding. Mother-in-law bent down gently and touched the dirty weeds and sludge with clean hands. Although the weeds have been removed, she still got her clean hands dirty. The sun shone on every farmer's back like fire, and the sweat soaked every one of their clothes. Every farmer came out of the field, covered in mud and sweaty.

Suddenly, I saw a 60-year-old man working in the field. He bent down for about five or six minutes, stood up and stretched himself, beating his waist with his hands. The sun was so hot that he couldn't wipe his sweat, and he fell drop by drop in the field. At this time, I can't help but think of a poem: "It is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows? "

I remember grandpa told me before that they often ate some bark and wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger when they were young. It would be nice if someone could fill their stomachs with coarse grains. At that time, grandpa's greatest wish was to eat enough and eat a bowl of white rice as a meal. After listening to his words, I suddenly woke up and decided to cherish food and not waste it in the future.

For food, farmers braved the cold and heat to work hard in the fields; For food, scholars chanted a touching poem "Every grain is hard" over and over again.

In the future, whenever I eat delicious rice, I can't help but think of the food that the farmer's uncle bought drop by drop.

Let's cherish this farmer's hard work and sweat.

6. Who knows that every grain on the plate is hard? Who knows that every grain on the plate is hard?

Who knows, every grain of a meal is hard. "This is a poem by Li Shen. It tells people to cherish and save food. I read an article about thrift today, and I was deeply touched.

This story is called "A Coin", and the content is as follows: Once upon a time, there was an Englishman and a Jew who were looking for a job that suited them. One day, when they were walking in the street, they saw a hard one on the ground.

Coins. The Englishman left without looking, and the Jew picked it up excitedly. Two years later, when they first met, the Jews had become big bosses, while the British were still looking for jobs. The British are deeply impressed by this.

I don't understand and say, "How did a loser like you get rich so quickly?" The Jew said, "Because I will cherish every penny, and you don't even want a dollar coin, how can you get rich?"

It tells us that wealth is accumulated bit by bit, we should cherish every penny and grain, we should form the habit of thrift, and we should not waste money and grain.

Having said that, I thought about my behavior in life.

I still remember that when my mother and I went out, I wanted to buy a good-looking one, whether it was useful or not. At that time, I asked my mother to buy me a teddy bear and spent 50 yuan. But when I got home, I put it aside, never watched it, never played it, and bought it for nothing. Then I thought about it, and it was really wrong! From now on, I will never spend money recklessly.

On that occasion, my mother spent a lot of time cooking a big dinner for me. But I ate a lot of snacks and my stomach couldn't hold up. I didn't think the dishes cooked by my mother were as delicious as those in the restaurant, so I lost my temper and dumped all those dishes into the trash can. Now I think about it, I feel ashamed!

Students, we should keep these historical missions in mind and carry forward the virtues of diligence and thrift of the Chinese nation. From today, from now on, let's form the good habit of thrift, have this beautiful quality and be an excellent pupil!

Who knows that every grain is hard?

The ancients said, "Mowing grass is noon, and sweat drips down the soil. But every grain is hard. " This poem has been ringing in my ears.

Little by little, the past has been integrated into the ocean of my memory. In my heart, there are always a few silvery white waves that let me remember, cherish and appreciate the true meaning and fun of life.

I remember once, when I was eating, I didn't eat much because the food was not delicious. My father saw that there were only rice grains in my bowl and said earnestly, "Food is hard to come by, so you should cherish it!" It is very hard for farmers to grow these grains. "Then, my father told me how the farmer's uncle planted rice and said that he would take me around the fields and feel the hard work of the farmer's uncle.

The field is green, just like a big green blanket spread there. On this green blanket, many people are busy doing farm work, some are plowing, some are picking seedlings, and some are ... Look, there is one over there.

The farmer's uncle in his thirties is throwing seedlings. He took out green seedlings from a strange board and scattered them in the ground to let them grow on their own. Every time he scatters a handful of seedlings, the sweat on his arm flies to the field with the seedlings.

Besides, there is a farmer's mother-in-law weeding. Mother-in-law bent down gently and touched the dirty weeds and sludge with clean hands. Although the weeds have been removed, she still got her clean hands dirty. The sun shines on everyone like fire.

On the farmers' backs, sweat soaked their clothes, and every farmer came out of the field covered in mud and sweat.

Suddenly, I saw a 60-year-old man working in the field. He bent down for about five or six minutes, stood up and stretched himself, beating his waist with his hands. The sun was so hot that he couldn't wipe his sweat, and he fell drop by drop in the field. At this time, I can't help but think of a poem: "It is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows? "

I remember grandpa told me before that they often ate some bark and wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger when they were young. It would be nice if someone could fill their stomachs with coarse grains. At that time, grandpa's greatest wish was to eat enough and eat a bowl of white rice as a meal. After listening to his words, I suddenly woke up and decided to cherish food and not waste it in the future.

For food, farmers braved the cold and heat to work hard in the fields; For food, scholars chanted a touching poem "Every grain is hard" over and over again.

In the future, whenever I eat delicious rice, I can't help but think of the food that the farmer's uncle bought drop by drop.

Let's cherish this farmer's hard work and sweat.

7. Who knows that it is difficult to write 600 words "dinner!" My mother invited me to dinner. I walked lazily over, picked up the bowl and ate slowly. After a long time, I finally destroyed half a bowl of rice.

Holding a snack, he said, "I won't eat!" " ""no! " Mom said sternly. I pretended to be poor and said, "my good mother, please spare me." I really can't eat any more. " Mother said, "the grain is planted by the farmers' uncles one by one." You can't waste it. You know, in the disaster area, there are still many people who can't eat! "At this time, I can't help but think of Li Shen's" Benevolence for Farmers "in the Tang Dynasty." When weeding at noon, sweat dripped into the soil. Who knows the Chinese food on the plate is hard? "This poem-this poem describes the scene of farmers' uncles working in the sun, because farmers' uncles know that weeds mowing in the hot noon sun will soon be dried and killed, so even if they are sweating like a pig and hungry, we also know that every grain we eat on our plates is hard-won, and they are all bought by farmers' uncles with hard sweat in the heat. At this time, I seem to see the farmer's uncle hunched over and working in the field in the scorching sun.

At this time, the touching story of the 5. 12 Wenchuan earthquake reappeared in my mind. Among them, a mother faces death and a hungry baby. Unable to find anything to eat, she cut off her finger without hesitation and fed her blood to the baby bit by bit. Another wounded man survived tenaciously by eating napkins. In the disaster area, having a bowl of rice is the greatest luxury. I seem to see those eyes eager for food. At this moment, my eyes are moist, and I have a feeling that I have never had before. I deeply understand the food we are used to. How difficult it is! How precious! I walked quickly to the table. "Ah, ah!" Eat up the rest of the rice in a few bites. So this rice is so fragrant and delicious! At this time, I said to myself: it was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. ...

8. Through a small incident, I saw dozens of bags of freshly made millet scattered in the field.

My brother used "bear" at first. There are two bags of millet hanging at both ends of the pole. I saw my brother hobbling along the narrow mountain road with two bags of millet on his back.

Later, my brother took the form of "carrying" and pulled the head and tail of the sack on his back. When he arrived at the courtyard dam, he seemed a little tired, so he slipped the heavy sack on his back to the ground.

Then I picked up the cup on the ground, took a few sips, wiped the sweat on my forehead and pulled the clothes on my back. I rested in the same place for a while, and then went back to the field to continue my work. Then grandma and uncle began to walk back with sacks on their backs. Seeing their painful expressions, we know that this job is really difficult! The scorching sun scorches the earth.

Xiao Ming is sitting on the soft sofa watching cartoons leisurely, eating sweet and delicious snacks and enjoying the cool air of the air conditioner. "Eat, eat, son, come and eat, call dad."

Xiao Ming reluctantly put down the remote control, called his father and sat at the table for dinner. Xiao Ming just glanced at the dining table and frowned. "Oh, these dishes again, I have no appetite!" "Xiao Ming involuntarily looked up and watched TV.

He is really absent-minded! It's almost half an hour, and Xiao Ming is still pouting, eating a mouthful of rice. He doesn't want to eat any more. He picked up the bowl and tried to pour the rest of the rice out of the door. Mom and dad came to stop him. "Xiao Ming, you are such a waste!" Dad said sternly.

"No, I'm going to eat potato chips!" At this time, the mother on the side said earnestly, "Xiaoming, outside your door, the farmer's uncle is planting rice in the hot summer." You still need to work hard after transplantation.

They are busy from morning till night, whether it is cold or hot, windy or rainy, for everyone and for themselves. Xiao Ming soon understood and said solemnly, "I remember the teacher taught us a poem-weeding, and today I really understood the meaning of this poem."

"Yes, the farmer's uncle exchanged sweat and hard work for our food. We must cherish it! " Take care.

9. Who knows that every Chinese food is difficult to write a composition? Although we grew up in the city, we never knew what rice and wheat were like. In the article, we can only imagine that "Golden Rice is bent with laughter in the autumn wind", which has never been seen before.

20111210, together with other friends, I ushered in this opportunity. We participated in the "Happy Harvest Season" in the farmers' paradise-the rice cutting experience, and had a good experience in the fields. Do you have different kinds of rice? Different varieties have different tastes? It's true.

I didn't expect that the meals I eat every day look similar and contain so much knowledge. After listening carefully to Mr. Ke's explanation, we put on gloves, picked up a sickle and stepped into the rice field with great interest.

"The body is half squatting, the left hand grabs the middle of the straw, and the right hand holds a sickle and pulls hard at the bottom of the straw." Facing the heavy rice alone, I remembered Mr. Ke's explanation and started the rice cutting experience in a hurry.

Rice seems to be bullying me, a novice. Why can't I cut it? Look at the classmates next to me, almost like me. "Hard to uniform, faster.

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Dad couldn't see the past, so he came to give me on-site guidance. So that's it. I continued to follow my father's instructions. With the sound of a sickle, I successfully cut the rice for the first time in my life. "Yes!" I excitedly lifted the rice and shouted. But after a while, I felt backache and my hands couldn't work hard. Only then did I know that simple jobs need good physical support.

After cutting the rice, it is even more difficult to knock down the rice on it. It is also a laborious job, and it is necessary to turn over the sun and peel the shell. There are still many processes to turn it into delicious rice on our table. From sowing to harvesting, every grain of rice contains a drop of sweat from farmers' uncles. Thinking about my own experience today, I suddenly understood the meaning of "who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard", and I think I will cherish this hard-won fruit in the future.