Writing an essay about rural children

1. A composition about the life of rural children

Feeling the countryside At first, I thought that the countryside was a paradise for fairy tales.

It fades away from the glitz of the city and washes away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, with a pure blue sky like a mirror, a sea of ​​flowers as gorgeous as oil paint, and the golden sunflowers growing seeds of hope under the nurturing of the sun; it may be the pastoral in Tao Qian's poems, where The story of the fairy couple is being interpreted in the mist, and the slanting sunlight is shining lightly, making it a leisurely stroll.

That is just the countryside in poems and paintings. When we truly enter the countryside and feel the countryside with our hearts, we will find that our countryside is experiencing pain. There is sunshine there too, and the sunshine is not warm but scorching the land with poison.

Looking from afar, the rickety figure on the land has spent all his energy on this land day and night, in the spring and autumn. He grew up on this land, and his sweat nourished this land; he learned to be strong on this land, and his footsteps solidified this land; he was born in the loess and returned to the loess, from generation to generation, endlessly. .

The storm came, and his heart trembled like the swaying crops in the field. His tears crisscrossed his furrowed cheeks, like the water that flooded the field, spreading over his heart layer by layer. , soaked in his breath. Drought has come, and the crops are shaky like his skinny body. He can't see hope or a good harvest, and his chaotic eyes are dry and empty.

They also have moments of happiness, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a good harvest. The plump grains are like jewels, and the corners of their eyes smile like crescent moons.

The life they long for most is smooth weather, and they only want and only want such an ordinary life. Will such a countryside disappoint us when we are faced with such a picture? In fact, the countryside becomes more real because of this cruel beauty.

When experiencing the countryside, don’t always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, pay more attention to its pain, and give more understanding and compassion to its hard work. Feel the countryside, feel the beating pulse of farming civilization, feel China's most profound cry, feel the weight of that land, feel the blood and sweat soaked in that land; feel the simplest persistence and perseverance of Chinese farmers, feel the pain and pain that Chinese farmers have experienced have no choice.

When we look at them with contempt, have we ever thought that it was they who gave us the hope of life with their blood and sweat? Watching Chinese farmers stand eternity in Chinese history with the most humble posture, let us feel the countryside with our hearts! Feel the countryside "countryside".

For those children in the city, it seems very, very difficult to understand the meaning of this two-letter word because they have never been there or experienced it personally. It seems even more difficult to experience the countryside.

"Village". For the group of children in the countryside who live in this two-character word every day, they must have a deep and profound understanding of its meaning. However, if it is to be expressed accurately and clearly, It seems that there are still some difficulties in its meaning! Different people must have different ideals of beautiful countryside in their minds, and what does my ideal beautiful countryside look like? The countryside in my mind does not have the hustle and bustle of cities, but also has Tao Yuanming's complacent temperament of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains."

In the countryside, there is no polluted and turbid air like the city, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. As for the prosperous big cities, there is only the filthy stench emitted by chemical plants, and there is only the sky mixed with black and dark blue because the lights of the skyscrapers are too bright to see the stars and the moon. There is no "sunrise" like in the countryside. A peaceful life does not have the delicate and gentle scenery of the countryside. Therefore, I think that the countryside is naturally more beautiful than the city.

Although the land in the countryside will be poorer, can't this be changed with both hands? Some people think that the rural style is like the character of the Northeastern man, bold and rough. Aren't the winding mountains and the rushing river the best portrayal of the rough and broad style of the countryside? Not really. But I think that the rural style is as delicate and soft as the sweet and gentle Jiangnan women in the water town.

Don’t shake your head first to disagree, and don’t first nod your head yes. Let me explain it first! Don’t you see the trickle of water flowing over the strange rocks? Don’t you see, those willow branches blowing in the wind by the stream? Don’t you see, that fertile yellow land has given birth to countless Chinese people? Isn't that trickling delicateness just like a smart girl who is thoughtful and delicate? The willow branches fluttering in the wind, aren't they just like the soft and graceful girl who seems to have stepped out of a light ink painting? The yellow land that gave birth to countless Chinese children is most like our mother, who has the spirit of selfless dedication! Dear gentlemen, after listening to my above statement, can you still say that in the countryside, there is no delicacy and gentleness of women, but only the roughness and boldness of Northeastern men? The countryside I feel has both the roughness and boldness of men and the tenderness of daughters.

This is the countryside in my mind, the countryside I feel.

This - this is our countryside! The air in the countryside is fresh, the sky in the countryside is blue, the scenery in the countryside is unique, and the countryside will make you miss it.

In the morning, the fresh air and the cool breeze blowing on your face will refresh you, look! The birds are chirping and singing morning songs, the creek is flowing slowly, the sun is shining warm sunshine on the countryside, the willow trees absorb the sunshine and become full of vitality, and they are listening to the singing of the birds with relish. At noon, the weather was sultry and not as cool as in the morning. Cicadas sang "Zhizhizhi" in unison... The birds in the morning were tired and lay listlessly on the branches of the trees, the willow trees were so tired that they bent down, and the children in the countryside came one after another. Jumping into the creek one by one, the creek welcomed the children and hugged them with waves. The children had a water fight and splashed water balls. The children's laughter and happiness melted into the air, adding color to the sultry noon. Kind of a fun song.

At dusk, a wisp of green smoke rises from the top of a hill in the distance. There is still a trace of residual heat when you touch the ground with your hands, and there is a hint of warmth in the cool breeze. Look at the crimson sunset in the sky. It has dyed half of the sky red. The blue sky has changed into a crimson dress. The beautiful sunset has different shapes. Two horses are racing in the air. They are running and disappearing. , which magician dressed up the dusk so beautifully and fascinatingly. 2. Write an essay about the life of rural children (400 words)

In my impression, the countryside was so dirty and so poor, but this time, I witnessed the scene in the countryside with my own eyes, and it completely changed. I used to Wrong view.

It was one day during the summer vacation. My father and mother took me to visit relatives in the countryside. This was what I dreamed of, so we went by car. Along the way, I saw many beautiful scenes, which were really beautiful. After an hour, I finally arrived in the countryside. I saw that every household raised chickens, ducks, and geese. This was the first time I saw this! Finally, we arrived at the house of relatives and friends. I saw many vegetables planted in the yard, including red peppers that were like fire, big persimmons that were like red lanterns, cucumbers with green and tender top flowers and thorns, and cucumbers with red tassels. Corn, horn-like corn cobs stuck on thick stems, with golden teeth exposed on the cobs, who would fall in love with them after seeing them? The breeze blew by, and the red tassels fluttered slowly as if they were dancing, and the green leaves rustled, as if they were applauding Hongying's wonderful performance... This is everything.

I also picked persimmons with my eldest nephew, but my eldest nephew was clever. I told him to pick them while walking, but he insisted on picking them while sliding. As a result, he fell over and lost some small persimmons. It was crushed and made me lean forward and backward with joy. I’m picking persimmons, but I don’t know which one to pick? I asked my eldest nephew, and he said, "Pick the red one." After saying that, he reached out and picked the reddest persimmon. I was about to let him put it in the basket, but he took the persimmon in one bite. "Swallowed" it into his stomach. I was so angry that I was about to catch my eldest nephew. He said to me with a naughty smile: "I was just joking with you!" As he said that, he took the persimmon out of his sleeve...

This trip to the countryside taught me a lot of agricultural technical knowledge, such as: we humans grow once a year, but cucumbers grow once a day, persimmons grow on the ground, not on trees... …It’s true that there is knowledge everywhere in life! In nature, there are still many magical things waiting for us to observe and discover! 3. Composition on the life of rural children

Entering the countryside The countryside is the place where our ancestors have grown up for generations; the countryside is also the hometown of food; the countryside is also the place where the farmers’ uncles smile when they have a good harvest.

Today, let us go into the countryside, feel the pastoral scenery of the countryside, and experience rural family life. In spring, when you walk into the countryside and walk on the country roads, there are azaleas blooming everywhere, which are as red as fire; peach blossoms, as pink as clouds; pear blossoms, as white as snow; and all kinds of wild flowers, colorful and fragrant.

On the high hills, bamboo shoots sprouted up from the soil, greedily sucking the milk of Mother Earth. The hillside plains are green with luxuriant vegetation; in the paddy fields where rice is about to be planted, the water color and skylight complement each other, making everything bright and white; the cuckoos are singing, and the sky is misty and rainy.

As the ancients said: The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. As soon as you walk into the farmhouse, you will be greeted by a sturdy big yellow dog, wagging its head and tail in front of you and constantly making friendly and gentle barks.

In front of the house, the owner also built a melon frame to plant pumpkins or loofahs. Oh, there are grapevines climbing along the edge of the melon frame. In the backyard, there are blooming flowers, including rhododendrons, peonies, cockscombs, and dahlias... In summer, rice, sorghum, corn, soybeans and other summer crops and plants compete with each other under the hard work and sweat of farmers. The appearance is crazy and the eyes are full of green.

Slowly, the watermelons are ripe, and so are the grapes. Watermelons, green and white, are round and lazily lying on the ground; grapes, with a little purple face exposed, hang on the pergola like a crystal ball.

The children fished and caught loaches in the rice fields, and caught lobsters and crabs in the river. It was very interesting. But the most interesting thing is the summer evenings.

The children sat in groups of three or five, looking up at the shooting stars across the sky with their eyes wide open. At that moment, I believed that they must have made many wishes in life.

If you don’t want to look at the stars, you can take a chair and sit in the field, listen to the singing of frogs, watch the dance of fireflies and the aerial acrobatics of bats... This is really a unique singing and dancing party! Autumn is a harvest season, and the countryside turns into a golden sea.

The rice fields in the mountains have put on dazzling new clothes. Corn is mature, so are sorghum and soybeans.

The rice stalks hold up plump ears, and the rice waves in the breeze are like graceful musical notation. Each ear of rice is like a beating note, composing the joy of the farmer uncle after the harvest. and joy, recording the hard work and sweat dedicated by the farmer uncle. This is the countryside. No matter what time or season, there is a unique and charming scenery. 4. Children in the City and Children in the Country Composition

I live in this happy city, and I am so leisurely and happy all day long; however, I have never thought that in those mountain villages What kind of lifestyle does the child live?

Later, I knew the answer somehow. We are all the future of the motherland, but we are like delicate flowers, but they are tenacious grass, unyielding and unforgiving... The biggest difference between children in cities and villages is their learning conditions.

In the city, we have spacious and beautiful plastic playgrounds, magnificent teaching buildings, fully functional science and technology buildings and excellent teaching environments: clean classrooms, plastic tables and chairs, bright classrooms and high-tech Projector; as for them, they only had four old fluorescent lamps, somewhat rotten wooden tables and chairs, and no projector or air conditioner at all. We have countless extracurricular books, but some of them don't even have one extracurricular book.

We still complain from time to time in such an excellent learning environment; but children in rural areas never complain about being tired, they still study hard and strive to make progress. In terms of life, our conditions are many times better than hers: a high bed with warm pillows, leisure and comfort, clothes to put out hands, and food to open. However, in the homes of rural children, they only have a shabby wooden bed and a small table for food. He learned to use it, and even the roof was leaking.

They learned in this environment. In terms of teaching conditions, we are better than them, and in terms of study and life, we are also better than them.

We are better than him in all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but we cannot compare with them in the most important study habits. If this continues, we will no longer be the future of our motherland, the flowers of our motherland! This is the difference between children in rural areas and children in cities: one studies hard, and the other complains about being tired.

We can no longer do this. We must study hard and work hard like rural children, and make more contributions to the motherland in the future. 5. A high school composition about the growth of rural children

The countryside is so beautiful all year round, which makes people full of joy every moment. In spring, the weather gets warmer, the grass grows and the orioles fly; in spring, we cultivate and sow, full of hope. Miss Chun, like a god, quietly came to this rural area that used to be filled with the laughter and laughter of children. The countryside in spring is really extraordinary.

In the wheat fields, hard-working farmers are working hard. After a while, a glistening drop of sweat appeared on their haggard faces, but they still planted with joy. The farmers, all sweaty after a busy day, rode their bicycles and went home happily.

In the morning, the children took kites and played happily in the fields where they had just woken up. They were flying kites, big and small kites flying in the sky. There is a big orange-red goldfish, swaying as if swimming in the water. Look at how happily it swims! There is a golden little bee, it is so busy collecting honey! There is also the eagle spreading its wings in the sky. It seems to have seen delicious prey, and it opens its claws to catch the prey... The children are having so much fun. They seem to only have the beautiful spring like a green girl in their hearts. This reminds me of a wonderful little poem: "Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind." It's so well said!

The fields in the early morning are extremely beautiful. The dewdrops are like stars in the sky, glittering and translucent under the sunlight. The fields become a "green sky", and the colorful dewdrops are set off by the endless fields. It's like Mother Earth and the clear sky are connected into one whole. Look at the willow trees on the edge of the field, they are so green, dazzling green, and transparent. They are washing their beautiful green hair under the blowing of the spring breeze. The willow tree is like a beautiful girl with disheveled hair, dancing gracefully in the breeze. Her dance is graceful, graceful and intoxicating.

There is a sparkling river beside the field. The green wheat is reflected in the clear river and looks greener; the blue sky is reflected in the clear river and looks bluer. ; The white clouds appear whiter when reflected in the clear river. I walked over and wanted to wash my face with the cool river water, but I hesitated because I was afraid of ruining this beautiful picture——

A suit of black and shiny feathers, a pair of handsome The brisk wings and the scissor-like tail form lively and cute little swallows. They are as beautiful as angels. The little swallows hurried from the south to the north and returned to another home, where they gave birth to children and lived happily.

In the breeze and the sunshine, they slanted across the sky, chirping, and some flew from the rice fields here to the willow trees over there in a blink of an eye; He swept across the lake, occasionally touching the water with the tip of his tail, and saw ripples rippling around in circles. A few pairs of swallows tired of flying and landed on the wires. In the blue sky, there are a few thin lines connected between the poles, how like a staff! The parked swallows become notes, composing a hymn of spring that is waiting to be played...

Spring in the countryside is full of vitality and laughter. Let us go to the countryside together and feel its beauty and simplicity. ! 6. An essay on the life of rural children

Childhood life is like a colorful dream, which makes people nostalgic and yearning for it. The interesting things that happened in childhood life often bring me into the wonderful world. As I reminisce, I will tell you a story below. At that time, our family was still living in Honggui Mountain, and there were two things that happened in Honggui Mountain. When the autumn wind swept away the last yellow leaf, the winter was in a hurry. The footsteps came. Followed by the white snow, the snowflakes gradually fell to the ground, and the ground seemed to be covered with a white gauze dress. At this time, my father asked me to go out, and I took a look, ah! marvelous! It turned out that my father made a snowmobile for me. I got on the snowmobile with excitement. My father pushed me from behind, pushing me very fast. The wind was blowing, and I was sitting on the snowmobile and playing. I was working hard, and suddenly I saw a stone in front of me, and I shouted: "Be careful!" Dad pushed too hard and didn't react. The car was suddenly stuck by the stone, and I rolled and fell to the ground. Dad I quickly ran over and said with concern: "***, are you okay?!" I got up from the snow angrily. As soon as I raised my head, my father burst out laughing. I said angrily: "What's wrong, what's so funny!" "Dad said with a smile: "Your face is covered with snow, and your nose is red from the cold, like a big snowman." I quickly got the snow off my face and chased my dad.

Another time, I didn’t want my dad to push me to play all the time. I also wanted to push my dad, but after my dad sat on me, I couldn’t push him. In the end, I used all my strength. , with a fierce push, I fell to the ground. Where is dad? He was unprepared and fell to the ground. My father and I both turned into big snowmen. We all laughed in unison. Childhood, childhood has passed, and we must remember this beautiful childhood and remember it when we grow up. Savor the joy of childhood carefully, it is really unique. Fun Stories from Childhood Everyone has a childhood, and fun stories from childhood are like the various shells on the seaside, sparkling in the company of the sea water, exuding colorful brilliance. I can’t even count them all. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand. It is also one of my most unforgettable childhood fun things. I remember when I was a child, there was a tree planted in my yard that was the same as my birth. I planted an orange tree together when we were young. I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk of the tree to measure whether I was growing taller every day. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really wanted to grow taller quickly. One day, I suddenly found that I was taller than myself. The mark is short.

Oh my God! Did I grow upside down? I was so scared that I quickly ran to ask my mother: "Mom, why have I become shorter when other friends have grown taller?" My mother quickly put down the work around me, put me on the chair and asked: "Why is it so?" Say it!" I quickly jumped off the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her into the yard and pointed, "I use a knife to carve my height on the tree every day, but today I carve the height on the tree before. It's below the line." I said while pointing out the two horizontal lines on the tree. After listening to my words, my mother looked at the tree again. After being silent for two minutes, she burst out laughing inexplicably, laughing so hard that she couldn't even straighten up. Come, with tears streaming down my face, I patted my head as I stared at her blankly and said, "Idiot, it's not that you have become shorter, it's that the tree has grown taller. Don't do such stupid things in the future." I suddenly realized that it wasn't. I was shorter, but the tree was taller. After that, I happily went to play with the chickens. I really didn’t know what stupid things I would do to the chickens again.

. Haha! Have fun! My childhood was like this. There were a lot of silly and interesting things, such as bathing the snow doll, shaving my eyebrows... It was just so many interesting things and silly things that made up that colorful childhood, a happy childhood, and a nostalgic childhood.

Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am no longer so stupid. I believe that interesting things in childhood will become the most beautiful memories in my life. Interesting things in childhood Childhood is the most precious moment in life A piece of wealth, childhood games are rare gems. Whether you are poor or rich, childhood will become the most attractive magnetic field in life day after day. My home is in the countryside, and all my fond memories of childhood are in the late 1970s.

At that time, every family had several children, and life in the countryside was very poor. It was good to fill our stomachs. There was really nothing to play with, except for skipping rope, kicking shuttlecock, and hide-and-seek. What I like and am best at is playing with bone joints. The joints are divided into sheep joints and pig joints. Each pair costs four yuan. I had no money to buy them at that time and had to rely on myself for everything. But everyone lived a tight life and could kill a pig all year round. Even if it's good, besides, the pig's head and pig's trotters have to wait until the second day of February to eat the dragon's head. It takes two years to get a pair of joints. Most children don't have that patience.

Fortunately, I was pretty smart, so finding foreign aid became the only shortcut. Because I was very popular because of my good academic performance, the little boy at my desk exchanged two pig bones for the "right to copy homework" for a semester. In my second grade, I I finally have my own "toy", which is so beautiful in my heart.

Whenever I had free time, I would find friends to play with. Because of my aura and persistence, I soon became proficient in playing. However, my hands were too small and my pig bones were big, so I couldn’t play that well. Conveniently, when I saw other people's small sheep joints, I became ambitious again. Because it was a production team system at that time, ordinary members did not have the power to kill sheep... During the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, the team decided to kill sheep. A few sheep were distributed to the members, and I couldn't wait to get the mutton. I privately decided to exchange half a pound of mutton for four sheep hind leg bones, for which I received a scolding from my father. Despite this, I was still moved, and I secretly held happiness in my hands and "handed it" to my childhood.

Childhood makes the mountains greener and the water bluer. There are dense birch forests on the mountains, dozens of families with smoke curling up from the mountains, and three generations of grandparents and six brothers and sisters live in the three thatched houses at the head of the village. People, hard-working father, kind mother, the one with two braids is me... Although the world is very big and time flies very fast, there is always an unchanging dream of hometown in a corner of my heart. The pain of childhood, the joy of childhood, the footsteps of childhood, the smiling face full of vigor and vitality, and the unknown secret of childhood. In the life mileage of flying sand and stones, success, failure, honor and disgrace, the games of childhood are a thread that stays in the heart forever. scenery. Fun Stories from Childhood Childhood is a beautiful memory that records our joys, sorrows and joys.

In my childhood, there was a very interesting thing. That was during the holidays in October this year.

On October 3rd we arrived at our hometown Anjishan. Strange to say. 7. Composition, a letter to rural children

After 28 years of teaching, she has been rooted in the countryside and selflessly dedicated her love to rural children.

She has won various honorary titles such as the Provincial "Gardener Award" and the National Outstanding Teacher for many times. She is a famous special teacher in Yumen City and even Jiuquan City, but she is faced with opportunities to go to the city again and again. , she chose to give up.

She is Yang Yonghuan, the principal of Erdaogou Primary School in Liuhe Township, Yumen City.

In the spring of 1977, Yang Yonghuan stepped onto the podium for the first time. Looking at the lively and cute children, she secretly made up her mind to be a good teacher who is welcomed by students, trusted by parents, and recognized by society. . In the first few years of working, she taught first and second grade. During the day, she consulted with old teachers, and at night, she thought about teaching methods suitable for rural lower-grade children. She soon became a teaching expert in the school. Class results are always among the best in the township.

In school, Yang Yonghuan is not only the enlightener of children's knowledge, but also the guide of their souls.

In the autumn of 1980, a student named Li Jian was assigned to her class. His clothes were old and torn, and his hands and face were dirty. None of his classmates were willing to talk to him. He plays. When Yang Yonghuan inquired about it, he found out that Li Jian had lost his mother since he was a child, and his father had been busy making a living all year round and could not care about him at all. After learning about this situation, she took special care of Li Jian. She changed and mended his clothes in his spare time to cultivate his ability to take care of himself. During class, she asked him to answer some simple questions and often praised and encouraged him. Under her careful care, Li Jian made rapid progress. Many years later, Yang Yonghuan received a letter from the army. The letter began as follows: "Teacher Yang, let me call you mother, and please accept your son - a soldier who pays you the highest respect." Salute! It was you who made me step out of the shadow of life and my inferiority complex; it was you who made me feel the warmth of maternal love and taught me to strive for self-improvement..." This soldier is Li Jian.

In rural areas, at the beginning of each semester, several students are unable to register on time due to family poverty. Yang Yonghuan and his colleagues went to villages and households again and again to persuade and mobilize them to return to school.

In 1995, a student named Zhang Yan, who was in the fifth grade of Xujiagou Primary School where she was at that time, could not afford to go to school because her mother was blind and her father was seriously ill. In order to prevent Zhang Yan from dropping out of school, Yang Yonghuan went to Zhang Yan's home, delivered 200 yuan to Zhang Yan's father, and told Zhang Yan's father that all of Zhang Yan's future tuition fees would be borne by her. After listening to Yang Yonghuan's words, this man who was over fifty years old shed tears. He held Yang Yonghuan's hand and said, "Teacher Yang, please worry about it. No matter how difficult it is at home, I still want my children to study." In the days to come, no matter what, When Zhang Yan was in elementary school or middle school, Yang Yonghuan promptly paid Zhang Yan's school fees and book fees, and also gave her her daughter's clothing, stationery, etc.

Zhang Yan’s academic performance was originally in the middle and lower reaches. With Yang Yonghuan’s care, her academic performance has improved greatly. After graduating from junior high school, she entered a technical secondary school and now has a pretty good job. Yang Yonghuan said: "What makes me gratified is that basically the children I persuaded to come back have not dropped out of school." In her 28 years of education career, Yang Yonghuan has experienced sadness, confusion, hardship, and ups and downs, but she told Reporter, what she gains the most is the joy of being a teacher, and the most satisfying thing is the sense of accomplishment of being a teacher. She said that although the work was hard, her life was very fulfilling. After hard work, there was joy, and after dedication, there was happiness.

Whenever she receives letters or greeting cards from her former students on the eve of New Year's Day, Spring Festival or Teacher's Day, or receives phone calls from them, a warm greeting or a beautiful blessing brings tears to her eyes and strengthens her confidence. , stood full of passion on the three-foot podium in the rural classroom.

After 1985, her family suffered misfortunes one after another.

First, she discovered that her lovely daughter had a congenital defect, and then her husband died suddenly. Many relatives and friends came to persuade her to leave this remote rural primary school, not thinking about herself or her children. For this reason, she wavered and had the thought of giving up, but when she faced the eager eyes of the children, she decided to stay.

In the summer of 1989, her frail and sick daughter contracted acute hepatitis again. During the more than a month when her daughter was hospitalized in Yumen Town for treatment, it was the day when her graduating class was facing the entrance examination. She took care of her daughter, insisted on going to work as usual, and rode her bicycle at night to drive more than 20 kilometers to the hospital to visit her daughter. Every day at dawn, she has to pedal to school and go to work. Every time she sees her daughter crying, she feels heartbroken. After all, the child is only 4 years old. Relatives asked her: "For other people's dolls, you don't care about your own. What are you doing?" Faced with the confusion of her relatives and friends, she was speechless, because she was the only one who understood what it was for!

It is Yang Yonghuan’s dream that children in rural areas can have their own “e-classroom” like children in cities. In order to realize this dream, she ran around, found acquaintances, asked friends, borrowed more than 40,000 yuan in her own name, purchased 20 computers, built the first computer room in Liuhe Township, and took the lead in opening an educational satellite broadband network to provide students with Advanced educational facilities are provided for learning. Nowadays, students in this remote rural primary school can use computers from primary school like children in the city, but she has not yet paid off all the loans.

After 28 years of teaching, Yang Yonghuan has two boxes full of various medals she has received, but she still uses her actions to interpret her vow to "dedicate her life to rural education." 8. A 400-word essay about how rural children play

My grandma’s family lives in the countryside, so my grandma’s family can be called an authentic country family.

One sunny morning, my father and I went to my grandma’s house to play. As soon as I entered the courtyard, I was fascinated by my grandma's courtyard.

Only a few months later, the whole house has changed. It turns out that those dead branches and leaves have bloomed very beautiful flowers. They seem to be looking at me and smiling! There was also the dead loess that seemed unfit for growing vegetables. But after grandma, a skilled craftsman, trimmed the land, it became fertile and became darker and brighter. If you dig down with a hoe, you can turn out earthworms.

There are azaleas, roses, roses, etc. From a distance, it is simply a sea of ​​flowers, colorful, stretching like endless satin, as dazzling as the rays of the sky, like The rainbow in the sky is so gorgeous... In such a beautiful place, what I can't forget is not the beautiful scenery, but fishing for lobsters with my brothers. There is a river next to my grandma's house. The water is crystal clear. You can see the sand and mud on the bottom of the river, and you can also see lobsters in the river. Sometimes there are ducks playing in the water! Fishing for lobsters is very simple. Just tie a rope to a bamboo pole and tie a piece of raw meat to the other end of the rope, and lobsters will come up. Just a few minutes after we put it down, we felt something gently pulling on the rope. It turned out to be two The fat lobsters were eating the raw meat we prepared with relish. Brother Hao Qiang pretended to be knowledgeable and said: "Now the time is ripe!" Then he pulled the pole and took the two lobsters who were just eating without thinking about life or death. Big lobsters were caught.

We were afraid that the two big lobsters would escape, so we took a large bucket, filled it with water, and put them in it. We finally caught three lobsters. We washed them and asked grandma to boil them. When I ate those lobsters, I was indescribably excited, because they were the ones I caught with great difficulty.

Country people are very interesting no matter what time or season they are. Hope to adopt it! ·~~.