Living and working in the sunshine

   To improve children's practical skills, help them understand the hardship of labor, and foster a greater appreciation for the fruits of others' labor and their current happy lives, the "Three Visits to the Countryside" team—the Qihang Social Practice Team—decided to conduct labor education. Labor practice is the foundation of labor education. The labor class focuses on practical work, integrating ideological education into the process. It organically combines ideological education with cultivating good habits and acquiring knowledge and skills, striving for a unity of practicality and education. Based on the actual situation, the Qihang Social Practice Team included "weeding on campus" in the labor curriculum.

  On the day of labor class, students brought weeding tools from home, such as hoes and sickles, to school. They lined up and marched to the school playground to begin weeding. Each class had its own designated area, and everyone spread out, each occupying a small space. Although they were still quite young, some not even as tall as the hoes, under the teacher's demonstration, they worked with impressive skill and dedication. Students with sickles cut down the taller, more deeply rooted weeds, while those with hoes hoeed the denser patches. Some students, without tools, simply pulled the weeds by hand. The rest cleared away the weeds cleared by the others. Although the sun was blazing and everyone was drenched in sweat, no one complained; they were only focused on getting the weeds out as quickly as possible, performing admirably. With the students' concerted efforts, the weeds in that area were quickly cleared, and the labor lesson ended. It is hoped that through this labor lesson, students will better understand the hardship of labor and cherish its fruits.

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