Ground of the cooked rice

When I came back from dinner in the afternoon, I passed the student canteen and saw the cook collecting the rest meals for the students to feed pigs to the nearby farmers. When I saw such a half Basin, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I am not such a thrifty person. I wasted a lot of things in my daily life. What’s more, in such a space as school, there is nothing wrong with the cook’s behavior. It is impossible for the students to eat the rest of the food by themselves, and of course, it is impossible to sell the food to the students for the second time, so as to feed pigs, at least it has played some role, which is not a waste. But when I lowered my head and saw the floor at the gate of the canteen, I was angry because there were meals scattered by students everywhere. Those rice dishes were shiny and shiny, some were accidentally spoiled by students, and some were thrown away on purpose because they didn’t like to eat. I wanted to find those students, but all the students left. In fact, even if I found those students, what could I do? Criticism and education may play some role. Besides, I can’t watch them at the gate of the canteen every day. He had to shake his head and went back to the office. He was suffocated. I remember that when I was young, my family didn’t have enough food, because the grain output was very low at that time, and at the end of the year, I could only earn hundreds of Jin of rice. My intestines and stomach are not very good since I was young. Other children can digest everything they eat, but I can’t. Every time I eat corn, I will suffer from indigestion. My parents love me very much, so every time I cook, just cook rice for me alone. My parents only eat rice with me on festivals and festivals. Later, the yield of paddy field increased due to the planting of improved rice, and the times of eating rice at home increased. I remember the year when we started to plant improved rice. At the beginning, everyone was confused, because it was a brand new thing after all. But when the autumn harvest came, seeing the harvest more than doubled, my father was delighted. From then on, my father became more energetic in his work. Because I was in poor health and lazy when I was young, and my parents thought I was still young, I was usually not called to work. Until one time, I remembered that I was already in the third grade at that time, and it was the time to harvest corn. When I came home from school in the afternoon, my father said that my neck was uncomfortable, so he asked me to help look at it. When my father squatted down in front of me and took off his coat, I felt distressed, because there were blood marks on my father’s shoulder, and several of them were worn out, the bright red meat was exposed. Many years later, when I recalled the past events related to my father, that picture always appeared in front of me. I clearly remembered that the blood on my father’s shoulder was printed under the sunlight, with red light. At the age of twelve, it was also autumn. Because of the busy work at home, I gradually realized the hard work of my parents. When collecting corn, I also went to work in the fields. Because I was afraid of the pain that the corn leaves cut on my face, I carried the corn. After all, I didn’t have to wear it in the corn field. Because I had never done a similar job before. When I just carried the corn on my back, I felt very relaxed and carried it more greedily. But after walking for a while, I can’t drive any more. Therefore, I vent all my anger on the corn cobs in the basket, and throw the corn cobs in the basket everywhere. When the corn in that field was harvested, father asked us to go home first and said he had something to do. When it was getting dark, before my father came home, I went to the ground to find my father. I found that my father was searching for the corn cobs thrown away by me. I called him and he ignored me, I just looked up and glanced at me, and my eyes were full of disappointment. That night, my father didn’t scold me, but told me a lot about their childhood, most of which were related to food. My father told me this before going to bed. Because I came from the countryside and experienced all kinds of labor personally, my affection for food is much deeper than that of my peers in the city and many children who are not divided into five grains now. In their view, grain is just particles in the pockets of grain and oil stores. As for how the food came from, they seldom cared about it, and there was no need to care about it. Anyway, eat more if it is delicious, eat less if it is not delicious, or simply pour it out. As a teacher in a rural school, I always like to ask students to cherish food and crops in class meetings. However, every time I see it, it is the impatient eyes of children. I know, I am annoyed when I say too much, but this is also something I can’t help. In our hometown, every family has to raise a few chickens, not for eating meat or selling money, just to eat the rice grains we sow inadvertently when we eat. However, in the school canteen, what can eat the rice grains scattered by children? Those rice grains, like the dust under the ground, cannot resist the fate of being cleaned and then thrown down. Chuheridangwu, sweat wo soil. Who knows that it is hard to plate Chinese food. Even children in kindergarten recite this poem, but how many people can understand the true meaning of the poem, let alone children, even if we are adults? Some people say that the history of human beings is a big book, which is not bad at all. But for a grain of rice, how can their history be explained clearly in a few words? From ploughing to raising seedlings, from transplanting to irrigation, from ploughing grass to harvesting, and then grinding into rice, every step step step step by step is not allowed to be careless at all. It can be said that the whole life of a grain of rice is the whole process of a farmer from hope to joy. How much tiredness, sweat and painstaking efforts have been spent in this process, I’m afraid only farmers themselves understand. Every harvest season, whether it is May of wheat yellow or autumn of rice fragrance, is the moment when farmers have the greatest sense of accomplishment. Just think about it, after more than half a year of careful cultivation, a weak seedling finally becomes the power of life continuation. How can they have no sense of accomplishment. A friend who wrote poems said that farmers were the best poets in the world, because they wrote poems in the fields every day, and the name of that poem was life. Watching the cook sweep the rice grains scattered by the child together and prepare to throw them down, my love increased a little bit. In a trance, I saw a drop of glittering tears: a group of people, both men and women, some raised seedlings in the seedbed, some transplanted rice in the rice seedling field, and some mowed grass at the edge of the field, some of them are waving their waists and holding tears when they are turning over the rice. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Stuffy rain

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Campus, garden, orchard

In the golden autumn season, I drove to Xi’an school which I had covered. Firstly, it was just the beginning of school, and I went to visit the leaders and teachers of the school; Secondly, some work needed to be further implemented. In the autumn morning, the wind is light and cool. The blue sky is inlaid with white clouds. The landscape belts on both sides of the road have been dyed with charming autumn colors. Flowers, plants and trees of various colors set off each other and are colorful. While chatting with colleagues, watching the autumn light all the way, I felt particularly comfortable. I haven’t been to school for a long time. I don’t know what changes have taken place in this golden autumn campus? When the car arrived at the school gate, a kind of intimacy of long-lost reunion came into being. Xi’an school under the strong trees was so simple and full of vitality. This is a school with local characteristics and fine traditions. In the 1980 s, when I was the principal of other schools, Xi’an school was already a very famous school in the whole county. At that time, I admired Xi’an school, I often come here to learn lessons. What I admire most is the unique sports and literature and art work of the school. At that time, when the county held the National Games, the first place was none other than Xi’an school, at that time, the brass band of the school was also second to none in the whole county. It was magnificent and impressive to play, all of which were the long-standing cultural accumulation of the school. Through historical changes, Xi’an school has also undergone several changes. The change from prosperity to decline is the most difficult psychological process for people to accept, but everything in the world has its own natural law, which is irresistible to people, no matter whether you admit it or not, prosperity and decline are thriving. This is the natural law. It is not that you don’t make progress, but that the society is making progress. It is nothing more than whether the pace is large or not. In recent years, Xi’an school is in the critical period of climbing from low to high. How can Xi’an school people who have excellent traditions be willing to the latter? We must carry the banner again and recast the glory of education. Entering the campus, the new plastic playground is spacious, fresh and beautiful, which adds infinite vitality to the school. It turns out that the old playground with gravel everywhere and fallen leaves is gone, this is a project newly invested and built by the town to benefit the descendants. The activity and play of the students in this brand-new playground are so cheerful and splendid. I can’t help thinking of the hardship that Xi’an school people have paid to rebuild their glory over the past two years. At that time, it was the period when the whole county started education in order to welcome the acceptance of shuanggao Pujiu. In order to catch up with the history bus and make up for the historical debts, Xi’an school really bittered all the leaders and teachers. In order to renovate the old teaching buildings, the leaders have no rest days, and sometimes they seldom go home at night; In order to improve the school environment, teachers and students have made great efforts to create beauty with wisdom and hard work, the efforts from top to bottom finally represented the whole county to accept the provincial pre-inspection, and got high praise. Since then, Xi’an school people regained their self-esteem and confidence, and finally raised their heads. Inspired by this east wind, the school paid great attention to the achievements of education, the investment in education and the efforts of teachers and students finally got a return, making a turnaround in this year’s senior high school entrance examination, re-rank in the forefront of the county. Thinking of these, I was also very excited. Seeing this beautiful campus, I felt more cordial. I really said: Thank you, Xi’an school! Thank you, the school leaders, teachers and classmates! It is you who have made this school cohesive, you who have made the society and the common people respect you. This is a garden-style school, with various trees, flowers and plants in unique layout setting off each other, decorated with high teaching buildings. Canna is the school Flower of this school, which is planted around the campus. Canna’s broad leaves, straight stems and attractive petals are like the broad mind of Xi’an school people, upward spirit, beautiful soul. It is with such a person that such a beautiful school comes. Spring comes with fresh grass and green flowers, Willow is green, summer solstice is full of colorful garden, butterfly flies and Yan dances. Lang Lang’s voice of books and laughter permeated the campus, urging thousands of flowers of the motherland. Campus is also orchard. The design layout of Xi’an school is unique. There is a large orchard between the teaching building and the laboratory building. The garden is full of pear trees. Maybe it is the designer’s meaning that peaches and plums are all over the world? In the center of the orchard, there is a artificially built high rockery. The water flows out from the rockery, just like the spring water tinkling down, and below the rockery is a pool. Where there are mountains and waters, there is aura. Does this mean that this school has aura? In the corner of the Orchard, an antique pavilion stands there. The eaves of the pavilion are carved with dragons and phoenixes, which shows the original originality and implies that talents come out in large numbers. Along one side of the orchard, the corridor constructed by white cement columns is full of melons and fruits. Red Pavilions, green trees, white corridors and Brown rockery are like being in a park. There is also a large orchard on the west side of the campus. The enclosure surrounded by green trees is neat and energetic. The arched door made of branches is vigorous and verdant, the people in the Orchard pass through the quiet road. This is the season when the fruits are ripe. The trees are full of apples and pears, Pick one and try it. It’s really crisp and sweet. The headmaster introduced to us that the fruit trees in the garden are all green food without medicine. 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Romantic feelings

When chatting in the group, my friends said that I was romantic. I didn’t know how to explain the word romance for a while? My understanding is that it represents a poetic and fantastic humanistic feeling of most people. Input this word in Baidu, which is really such an explanation. I remember one time when I was watching a TV play, someone in it said that the current romance is a word full of ambiguity and curse, which also describes the relationship between men and women as a kind of debauchery, regardless of the details, it can be imagined that people are used to extending this word to romance. So I no longer like others to put this word on my head. Is it not good for a person to have romantic feelings? Is it not good to like fantasy and poetic? Why does someone think about this word? What is wrong with this word? Why do people always think of wind, flowers, snow and moon? Is this word only suitable for expressing the feeling of ambiguity between men and women? I once didn’t like others’ one-sided wrong views. In a word, I think the word romance is neither bad nor bad. It is a neutral word without extreme understanding. What’s more, people are divided into three or six grades, and their understanding of good things and good words is also far away from each other. Everyone’s quality and cultivation are different. I don’t know if women like to wear skirts to swagger through the streets and have various styles, which is a kind of romance. Why do so many women like to dress themselves up beautifully and pleasantly? Beautiful scenery, what’s wrong with it? If every woman wrapped herself like a nun, the same black, imagine that the world would be dark. I like collecting all kinds of skirts, wearing skirts and appreciating all the group outfits. But am I ostentatious? M once said that I am an introverted woman. She said that a restrained woman has rich connotations and stands still. She also feels the charm of a dark fragrance, with every move, a smile and a frown, I am afraid that it is not those women who casually wear floral skirts. So I don’t like to show off or make public. I like to wear skirts, because I like the natural bloom of flowers, which is regarded as a woman born in heaven, not for whom, but for staying and enjoying the happy and beautiful mood that belongs to me. At best, if you like to wear a skirt, it is a kind of romance, it can only be a good character. Of course, the beauty and beauty of women are charming and charming, and their postures are also for the tolerance of those who are pleased with themselves, which is not all for men to appreciate. Which woman doesn’t like beauty? Who doesn’t cherish his appearance and image? Beauty gives people confidence, beauty gives people pleasure, and beauty gives people motivation. Even if it is like the poem in which the color of spring in the garden can not be controlled, a red apricot coming out of the wall also implies the beauty of women, which is used to watch, beauty cannot be hidden. This can be regarded as a hidden romantic feeling. In fact, some people have romantic behaviors in daily life, most of which have romantic personalities, romantic moods and romantic working styles. But do you think such people are immoral? For example, male and female colleagues have meals together and exchange questions together. I think it is a wonderful thing for a woman to have a romantic feeling. Life is no longer boring, mind is no longer lonely and dull, and it is filled with colorful immediately. What is romance? Maybe it is a touching word, a affectionate eye expression, a charming smile or an unforgettable time! Maybe I still received a blooming flower, drank a bottle of intoxicating red wine with my girlfriend, and tasted a cup of mellow coffee, after drinking the fragrant tea for an afternoon, I still like to dance with butterflies in the flowers, play with dragonflies, compare with flowers, sing with birds and take photos of the water beside the mountain stream, looking for the laughter of losing childhood on the swing; Romance is still carrying bamboo baskets and digging wild vegetables on the hillside with my husband and children, and experiencing the noble enjoyment of playing golf together; romance is still to weave a garland with flowers on the top of the mountain to weave a love story; Romance still likes to write soft and warm poems one by one to please the nerves of oneself and others; occasionally draw a small painting with romantic charm to jump the atmosphere of children; Romantic or lazy dressing in the mirror every morning, and look at the narcissistic decals yellow. Romance or loneliness a drop of tears of missing in the boudoir romance or the laughter and laughter of adults and children climbing mountains together on weekends, counting the withered petals and falling rain; Romance is also the fun of running and chasing the waves by the sea, the calmness of fishing on the reef, the joy of having dinner with friends, and the talk of driving to the nature, drawing and collecting wind with friends, most romantic women live a rich life, youziyouwei. Some people say that if a woman can arrange the two periods of life in her dream, she will have a temperament that is familiar to and admired by all the people. This temperament is also called romance. Writing here, I still admit that I am a romantic woman, because I have a heart that loves life. Romance may be nothing? It’s just these nonsense words. 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