It is often said that migrant workers are not good, that is not good, as if low quality has become a synonym for migrant workers. The power of "three men make a tiger" is terrible. I don't know when, discrimination against migrant workers has become a "theorem" in my mind. However, there is one thing that completely destroys this "theorem".
It was a Monday morning. According to the Convention, we are going to take part in the "form" of flag raising. It's called "form" because many middle school students are not willing to sing the national anthem at this time, or even can't sing it. "Form" is still in accordance with the steps, but today there are a few more noises of excavators outside the campus. I don't know if it's our depression that "infects" the trumpet, or if the earth digging is too noisy. Anyway, the trumpet is so powerless. "Turn right 45 degrees." The host roared feebly. The team was also like a statue made of sand - all of a sudden it was scattered. We idly moved a few small steps, and the team twisted like a snake.
"Let's have a flag raising ceremony." The host said. The trumpet quieted down, but the noise of the excavator grew louder. "Damn migrant workers!" I can't help but complain, "can't it be a little more pure? There's no such thing as morality, no wonder it's discriminated against! "
"The national flag is raised below to play the national anthem." All of a sudden, the noise of the excavator disappeared. Only to see the migrant workers stopped their work, stood straight in place, with their eyes fixed on the national flag.
A tall migrant worker came into my eyes somehow. Maybe it's too late to find a relatively flat place. His feet are standing on the uneven ground. One foot was hanging in the air, but he didn't shake at all. He just grabbed the ground with one foot. The intensity of his effort can be imagined. His face was full of "hard work", but his mouth was full of smiles. In the face of this tall pine like man, I was shocked.
If one scene is just a shock to me, then the next scene is a washing of my soul. The national anthem music sounded, the campus is still a quiet, but outside the campus sounded the loud National Anthem of migrant workers. Along with this pure national anthem, the dirt of my soul is fading layer by layer. I'm like hearing a clock at night, and I'm like being hit on the head. My classmates and I straightened our bodies and sang the national song
There is a day on everyone's head. Migrant workers have not lost their sky because of some social discrimination. They, with full of patriotic enthusiasm, hold up the sky that belongs to them, clear, vast and far-reaching!
Comments: This article is based on the students' daily life, and looks at "the world", which is the fundamental direction of composition teaching in high school. The stream of life, once hit the reef, will arouse exciting waves. Middle school students should be good at catching such "waves". The author of this article, can put "oneself" in, commendable!