The story of Zhou Enlai as a child, a great man of the generation Author: Wu Jiufeng Reposted from: Hezhong Chemical Online After the chicken crows three times, the sound of reading can be heard in the Zhou family garden: "Hoeing the crops, the day is noon, and the sweat is dripping from the crops to the soil."

Who knew that every grain of food on the plate is hard work?" As he read and read, Zhou Enlai quickly memorized this poem by heart, but he always felt that he did not fully understand the artistic conception of the poem: How hard is each grain?

The next day, Zhou Enlai came to Chiang's mother's house to play.

While eating, he looked at the white rice and asked impatiently: "Mother Jiang, where did this rice come from?" Mother Jiang liked Zhou Enlai's inquiring spirit very much, so she told him with a smile: "Rice is

Rice is made by pounding it. It has a hard yellow shell all over its body. It goes through seed soaking and germination, field cultivation, transplanting and weeding, fertilization and management, pest control, harvesting and threshing, until it is pounded into rice.

"It's not easy to eat this bowl of rice!" Zhou Enlai said in surprise.

"Yes, there are more than ten passes, and I don't know how many farmers will be exhausted. This fragrant rice is watered by the farmers with their blood and sweat." Mother Jiang said with deep feeling.

Mother Jiang's profound teachings not only deepened Zhou Enlai's understanding of poetry, but also inspired him to study diligently.

In order to pass the challenge of learning Chinese characters well, in addition to conscientiously completing the homework assigned by the teacher, he also insisted on practicing a hundred Chinese characters every day.

One day, Zhou Enlai followed Chen's mother to a relative's house far away. It was already late at night when he came back.

The journey was tiring, and the young Enlai was exhausted, yawning constantly, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, but he still insisted on practicing a hundred big characters before resting.

When Mother Chen saw this, she couldn't help feeling distressed, and advised: "Let's write tomorrow!" "No, Mom, what happened today will happen that day!" Zhou Enlai persuaded Mother Chen, and quickly buried her head in a basin of cold water, which suddenly made the sleepy person sleepy.

After running away, my mind is much clearer.

As soon as he finished writing one hundred characters, Mother Chen snatched Enlai's pen and said, "That's it now, go to bed!" "No!" Zhou Enlai carefully read the one hundred characters that were still wet with ink and frowned.

He said seriously: "Mother Chen, you see these two words are written crookedly." As he said that, Zhou Enlai's white and tender little hand took up the pen again and wrote the two words three more times until he was satisfied.