Saving food starts with me.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

Which steamed buns are not earned with sweat, and which grains of rice are not the fruits of labor? Saving is a virtue, don’t forget it! Below I have compiled a 400-word essay on saving food. Welcome to read it.

A 400-word essay on saving food 1 Everyone must remember the poem "Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work", which tells us to cherish food and learn to save.

Saving is a virtue, a responsibility, an obligation, and a mission.

However, there is often such a phenomenon on our campus: on a sunny day, you can still see some classrooms with all the lights on; on cool mornings and evenings, the fans in some classrooms are still on full power;

The faucet is dripping with water, and the students coming and going turn a blind eye; the empty restaurant, with a lot of food left on the messy plates... Saving, practical actions are more real than any good words.

Each of us should participate in the conservation action. "When everyone adds firewood, the flames will rise." Only by gathering all the strength of everyone and persevering can we truly create a conservation-oriented campus.

No matter how hard you work, you will gain. No matter how good the land is, if you don't cultivate it diligently, how can you get a harvest? If you have a harvest, if you are squandering, no matter how much you harvest, it will all be lost in the blink of an eye.

It can be seen that if you want to achieve gains, you cannot do without "diligence" and "thrift".

Only diligence can create the fruits of labor, and only frugality can cherish the fruits of labor.

Classmates, let us start from the small things around us and be a good team member who "takes pride in diligence and frugality and is ashamed of luxury and waste"! A 400-word essay on saving food 2 "It is noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat drips from the grass."

Soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work?" Maybe the students have memorized this popular poem, but they don't understand the meaning of the poem.

"Xiaoxuan, put the rice outside the bowl into it." This is the scene where my grandma taught me to save food.

I remember that time: I looked at the delicious food and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Grains of crystal millet flew out of my bowl like naughty sparrows.

Grandma saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart.

"Xiaoxuan, put the rice outside the bowl into it." Grandma said eagerly.

"Grandma, what age are we in now? There is so much food, so what are these few grains of rice?" I said casually.

"This... this child, what are you talking about! Yes, there is plenty of food. But, have you ever thought about how hard-earned these rice are from the hard work of the farmer uncles?" Grandma!

Said with sincerity.

"This... this..." I was suddenly speechless.

Grandma continued: "Do you know the meaning of this poem "Compassion for the Farmers"?" I shook my head.

"Farmers are sweating profusely while hoeing the ground under the scorching sun at noon, and are suffering. How many procedures does this grain of rice have to go through before it reaches our bowls? Have you ever thought about it? This porridge and rice, it should be remembered that it is hard to come by.

Everything is full of the hardships of farmers!" From that conversation with my grandma, I understood: In fact, saving is not difficult. As long as everyone starts from the small things around them and perseveres, they can contribute to our country.

Save a lot of property! A 400-word essay on saving food 3 I am a little mouse living in the countryside, where there are thousands of miles of fertile fields and vast hectares of forest in spring.

In summer, the flowers are in full bloom.

In autumn, the wheat waves roll and the melons and fruits are fragrant.

In winter, thousands of miles are covered with ice and thousands of miles of snow drifts.

I lived very happily there, but that incident changed my destiny... That day, I had just eaten and drank in people's granary, walked into the house with cheerful steps, turned around and jumped.

My son was lying on my beloved "little bed" - a large piece of soft foam cushion.

I said excitedly: "Ah, life here is so good!" At this moment, a leaf "flyed" into my bedroom. I saw it was a letter written by my cousin: Cousin, are you here?

How is life in the country? My dad and I have moved to the city. Life here is great, and there are delicacies everywhere. Do you want to come too? Come on, dad and I are waiting for you at the station! I was a little greedy after reading the letter.

Yes, I got on a train directly.

After a while, I arrived in the city.

When I got off the car, the scene in front of me became completely new. In the city there were only endless streams of people and high-rise buildings everywhere. At this time, my brother took me into a five-star hotel. He took me to a barrel and said to me: "

We all call it a food bucket, but humans call it a trash can." My brother took me in and had a delicious meal.

But three years later, I became desperate. Now everyone saves food, and we have no food to eat.