1. A 600-word essay on the work of parents

My parents work at the classic coordinates of the Hongxing Overpass on the First Ring Road in Chengdu. One day, in the early morning of Saturday, the stars were twinkling and blinking happily, the moon was hanging in the sky with a sweet smile, and the Big Dipper was still high in the sky pointing the way for us. Mom and Dad woke up, After waking me up from my dream, after I finished washing up, my father and mother took me to see where they worked.

Dozens of minutes passed, we came to the office, and my parents turned on their computers. Not long after, the phone rang, and my father and mother received a new task. My father and mother started the new task without saying a word. I was watching my mother and father typing. They were typing so fast. As time passed, my father and mother typed more and more words. After more than an hour, mom and dad finally completed the task. When completing the task, dad and mom did not drink a sip of water or go to the toilet once. After completing the task, dad and mom went to the toilet and took a sip of water. I have been sitting here for more than an hour, and I feel impatient. I asked my mother: "Are you tired? Do you think it's troublesome?" Mom said: "Not tired, not tired at all." Dad. He held me in his arms and said: "Mom is right, how can you make money if you are afraid of being tired? If you are afraid of being tired, what can you do to study? What can I use to support you?" At this time, I was thinking: I How can I repay my father and mother?

I thought for a long time and finally figured it out: the only way to repay my father and mother is to study hard and do good things in the future. Only in this way can I repay my father and mother. Only now do I realize that money is not drawn or written by hand, but is earned through hard work.

Only after this happened did I realize how much my father and mother paid for me! I used to ask my mother to buy me delicious food and beautiful dolls, but I really felt sorry for my father and mother’s hard work. 2. Write a composition about the hard work of parents

Gratitude

The fallen leaves hover in the sky, composing a piece of gratitude, which is the gratitude of the big trees. The gratitude of the earth that nourishes it; the white clouds are floating in the blue sky, painting the touching pictures. It is the gratitude of the white clouds to the blue sky that nurtures it. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship. Because gratitude allows us to understand the true meaning of life.

We are grateful to our parents, who gave us life, and we are grateful to the farmers, who work hard with their hands to provide food for the public. Love is our main reason for gratitude.

Every day is an ordinary day, and love is born in the ordinary. When my mother comes home from get off work every day, she has to cook as soon as she changes clothes. After dinner, he urged me to practice piano again. While I was lying on the warm bed, dreaming sweet dreams, my mother was washing clothes... My mother was also the "general contractor" of the family, taking on all the housework without any regrets.

Living in an era of high-quality material life, we often don’t take anything seriously about everything around us. We often take money and interests too seriously and ignore the feelings between people. We feel that our parents take care of us and our friends care and help us. However, this idea is wrong. We should be grateful to God for giving us responsible parents, grateful to our parents for taking good care of us, grateful to our friends for their selfless help, and grateful to life for allowing us to enjoy such warmth. Let all these beautiful things nourish our hearts, and let the flower of life be protected, grow healthily, and bloom brilliantly.

Everyone has heard the song "Grateful Heart". I can't remember the lyrics clearly, but I remember these two sentences: "Grateful heart, thank you for being with me throughout my life, Give me the courage to be myself. With a grateful heart, I will cherish the flowers that bloom and fall with a grateful heart..." People are emotional creatures, and they should look at society, parents, relatives and friends with a grateful heart. My friend, you will find how happy you are! Open your mind, let the drizzle wash your soul, learn to be grateful, and make our world a better place! 3. Write an essay about parents’ work

Today, I am going to my mother’s workplace to experience work.

In the morning, when I was still drowsy, I was woken up by my mother. I had no energy at all. I tidied up reluctantly and set out on my way to work today.

When I walked into my mother’s unit, I was overwhelmed by the various styles, colors, and different codes. Although I was dazzled by it, I still started to learn from my mother seriously. The first thing to do is to learn to issue receipts: the counter group represents what the counter sells. Quantity, represents how many items are sold; unit price, represents the price of one item; product name, represents the brand of the product; amount, represents the total amount of money; remarks, represents discounts, disposal of goods, etc., generally not filled in. Secondly, I have to learn to find the size. My mother took me to the warehouse and I was stunned. Stacks of boxes are piled high above, as high as a mountain. Different brands are posted on the right side of the boxes. To pick which one you want, you have to climb the ladder and go up carefully. Sometimes you will inevitably bump into the boxes. However, I didn't care about any of this, thinking it was an easy thing, so I hurried to the counter to sell my first item of the day. At the beginning, I was very excited, standing at attention with my chest raised, my head raised, but after a long time, I didn't sell any of them, and I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. I couldn't stand straight, and I looked around. Occasionally, a few customers would find it strange to see me as a child selling things, and they would ask me about the price, quality, after-sales service, etc. of the goods, and they would often leave me speechless. In the end, my mother solved the problem with her eloquent words. Just like that, I didn't sell anything for one day, but my legs were sore and painful, and my feet were numb when I stood.

But today, I also deeply realized the hardship of my parents’ work. From now on, I will learn to be grateful to my parents: “You have worked hard!” 4. An essay about the hardships of my parents’ work

It is very meaningful to do some housework within your own ability during the holidays to reduce the burden on your parents. Today I suddenly decided to help my mother with housework...

The kitchen at home today is really terrible. To describe it in one sentence, it is really "pots on the sky, bowls on the ground" and quite messy, but Washing dishes is one of the chores I can do. So this job was placed on my head without any explanation.

The tap water flows gurglingly, and the beautiful white porcelain bowl enjoys the bath of running water. The oil stains are wiped away, and the porcelain has restored its original unique and delicate luster. After washing the porcelain bowl, the oil stains came back to my hands, and I went to the tap to rinse. The tap water flowing leisurely and contentedly reminded me of the life philosophy of "Time flies". As a result, the monotonous task of washing dishes became emotional and interesting. While the hands moved mechanically, my mind was filled with thoughts.

Washing the dishes once and going through a "spiritual journey" makes you feel refreshed both physically and mentally, as if you have also been washed.

There is a glass door between the kitchen and the living room in my house. It has gone through many vicissitudes in the past year, and there are all kinds of stains on the door. Looking at this glass door that has gone through many vicissitudes of life, my head is big. Because my mother gave me such a "difficult" task. I didn't have time to think about it, so I immediately picked up the rag and wiped it on the glass door. I was very busy, and then I wiped off the detergent on the door with a wet rag, and suddenly the glass door revealed its true color. , and finally I used newspaper to polish the glass door. Oh! The two doors suddenly shone brightly, and I couldn't be happier looking at them, because I helped relieve my mother's burden again.

After finishing all the work, I already had backache and leg cramps. Watching my mother busy in the kitchen, I realized how difficult it is to be a housewife. I was already exhausted after doing all these tasks, let alone my mother. I think that as long as I have time in the future, I will help my parents. Housework reduces the burden on parents and makes the burden on parents no longer so heavy! 5. An essay describing the hard work of parents

In the morning, everything was still bathed in the soft morning light. As soon as our family had breakfast, we went to do our own things. I sat on the sofa and read a book boredly, and my father read the newspaper leisurely next to me. And what about mom? I was busy clearing away the dishes there. As I watched, I said something unintentionally: "How I wish I could be a parent at home! It would be great even for one day!"

Unexpectedly, my father and mother agreed to me readily: "Since you want to be one so much, let me do it for once! But... can you do it?" Mom and Dad looked at me distrustfully.

"Okay, okay...make sure everything is OK!" I patted my chest confidently.

After hearing this, mom and dad exchanged looks with each other and smiled mysteriously.

That smile can’t help but make me feel anxious. Who knows what kind of medicine they sell in the gourd? But what's the downside to being a parent? I thought sweetly in my heart.

In the afternoon, I took office. As the saying goes, "a new official takes office with three fires," but as a "parent," I can't even light up a fire!

After lunch, I went upstairs to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I went downstairs.

Yeah! Why is the dining table unchanged—not cleared? I asked my mother in confusion: "Mom, why haven't you cleaned up today?" But my mother was watching TV leisurely and laughing from time to time.

I said in great surprise: "This... is..."

My mother said nonchalantly: "This is your parents' job!"

Ah! It dawned on me that no wonder they laughed so weirdly in the morning. But I have already promised, I can’t go back on it! I had no choice but to hold on.

I put the food in the kitchen, then wiped the table with a rag, then walked into the kitchen and washed the dishes clumsily. I poured some dishwashing liquid and wiped it again and again with the rag. , then turn on the faucet and rinse.

Finally finished washing! I walked out of the kitchen while wiping my sweat. I just sat down to have a rest, and I wasn’t even hot yet! Mom spoke again: "Parents, look at this, look at that, the floor is so dirty! Wash it quickly!"

"What? Do you want to wash it again?" My mouth opened wide. Bigger than a lion's.

Dad and mom were gloating at the misfortune: "Just wash it! Just do it!"

"Yes----yes----" Alas, we have to do it again Got to work. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just one day, I'm not afraid!

So, I rushed into the bathroom, carrying a bucket in my left hand and a mop in my right shoulder. I used my hands and feet together. I finally finished washing the living room. I was out of breath and sweating. I thought about washing my legs upstairs. His body softened, and he collapsed on the ground like a defeated soldier.

In an instant, I suddenly remembered: My mother does this day after day, year after year, but never complains, but I... I quickly got up and started working hard.

As night falls and the lanterns come on, my mission is finally completed!

Although "parents" are very tired this day, I think it is worth it because I experience how hard my mother's life is every day... 6. Essay about parents' work

Parents' Love

There are many kinds of love, and they represent different meanings. There is the love between parents for their children, which is selfless; the love between friends, which is pure; and our love for the poor. , that is sincere... But I think the most unforgettable thing is the love of parents for their children. My parents love me like that, which makes me deeply moved.

The most unforgettable thing is my mother’s love for me. One morning, the sun was shining brightly, making people feel as if summer had arrived, so I went to school wearing only a short shirt. My mother said to me: "Lingling, it's not normal for it to be so hot today. It might get cold in a while. You'd better wear more clothes to go to school! You can also put your long coat in your schoolbag and take it with you to school. Tianyi If it’s cold, put on your long clothes.” I didn’t listen to my mother and left stubbornly.

However, something unexpected happened. At noon, the sky turned dark, strong winds blew, and it started to rain heavily. The temperature dropped significantly. I wore less clothes and felt cold. My whole body didn't obey my command, and I kept shivering. I had to hide in a corner of the classroom, huddled with a few classmates. At this time, a familiar figure walked outside the classroom. Through the glass window, I saw that the person coming was my mother. With a bag of clothes under her arm, she hurried towards the classroom door. I immediately went up to her and called "Mom" excitedly. Mom quickly put the clothes on me. At this time, I saw that my mother's pants were completely soaked, as if she had just walked out of the river. I asked my mother: "You are at work, how can you come out to give me clothes?" My mother said: "It's cold and you wear so few clothes. If you don't give me clothes, you will get sick. I asked my boss for an hour's leave, and now You have to rush back to work and try to make up for the work you missed during your leave.

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I looked at my mother's retreating back, and the image of a tall mother emerged in my heart - great maternal love. 7. Essay on a father who loves work

A father who loves work Dad My father is in his forties this year. He is an ordinary policeman. Because he is often exposed to wind and sun, his skin is dark and even a bit old. But I admire my father very much because he is very responsible for his work.

I remember one time, it was very hot. I thought, Dad was still on guard. How hot it was for Dad. I really wanted to see Dad, so I took a taxi to see Dad. I saw my father from a distance. My father's clothes were all wet and they were stuck tightly.

I ran quickly and bought a popsicle for my father who was on guard. I happily walked on the road holding the popsicles, thinking that if I bought popsicles for my father, my father would be happy. I walked to the place where my father was standing guard, raised my hands and stood on tiptoe and said to my father happily: "Dad, what's the weather?" It's so hot, why don't you eat a popsicle?" What I didn't expect was that my father said angrily: "Get down quickly, don't disturb my work!" After that, my father still stood there and commanded. This sentence made me very angry, and it was like pouring cold water on me. I thought, I gave you popsicles out of kindness, but you still said that I was so kind and treated it like a donkey's liver and lungs. If you don't eat it, I will eat it! I strode back angrily! When we got home, my mother said to me gently: "What's wrong, who made you angry?" I snorted and said to my mother: "It's dad, I mean well." I gave him popsicles and he still talked about me!" Mom smiled, touched my head and said to me: "How hard it is for Dad. He has to stand guard every day, whether it's raining or snowing. It's hard work there! ''After listening to my mother's words, I understood my father. In the evening, my father came home and bought me a big bag of delicious food. I should say that to you, come on, dad bought you your favorite potato chips, you can eat them!" I ran over, hugged dad, and shed tears. I said to dad with tears in my eyes: "Dad. I love you!