The latest college students summer social practice report essay

The trip to Wenchuan was a bit sudden. The former volunteers just came back from there, and the next batch did not know when it was time to start. Under the guidance of several volunteers, they finally got in touch with happiness. The person in charge of the tent country, in the case of knowing that the manpower is not adequately deployed, hastily embarked on this Wenchuan support operation. I can say that I am very lucky, lucky to come to Wenchuan County, the radish village to teach. The impression of being there before the departure - ruins, panic, chaos... even ignorant, but did not expect that this experience will have such a big impact on me, until I came back, I found out that my heart has already It has been purified invisibly. If it is completely changed, it will be over-fired. It can be said that the heart has become wider, and the thought has become simple and profound!

From Guangzhou to Chengdu, then from Chengdu to Wenchuan, and finally arrived at the happy tent country branch located in the radish village, tossed for more than two days. Sitting in the car from Chengdu to Wenchuan, the car was driving fast in the winding mountain road. It was thought that the 15-hour drive would be very difficult, but later found the beautiful scenery along the way, the scenic spot Huanglong Jiuzhaigou, Songpan, a characteristic county in the Tibetan Mastiff, realized the first time that the car was on the mountain and the people were in the middle of the painting. On the way, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, the mood is very complicated. If there is no earthquake, it will be a beautiful place; if there is no earthquake, not many people will know this place; if there is no earthquake, I think I will not come. Here is.

To be honest, the journey is very hard. I just arrived in Wenchuan County. I saw that the specific situation there is much better than I imagined. The building is still there, the supply and demand of daily necessities are normal, people’s basic life is guaranteed, at least in my heart. A bit comforting. Many local people told me that the place in the radish village was already in ruins, and it was ruined. There were countless thoughts to stop the trip, but I still insisted on it, for a promise. The yellow sand is full of sky, and the turbid river carries the grief and strength brought by the earthquake.

I finally arrived at the destination of this trip - the tent country of the radish village, the first time so close to the children in the original village, they are shackles, the face shows the color of the soil, but lively and lovely, smart and enthusiastic Full of aura, live true and happy! Somehow, when looking at this immature smile, the eyes full of hope have a feeling of incomprehensible, so innocent children live in such a poor and simple place, lost their loved ones after the earthquake, they are still small Many things still don't understand. But I look in my eyes and hurt my heart. I am determined to educate them with my own strength. Maybe it is impossible to change their destiny in a short time, but I also hope that my arrival will add color to their lives. At the very least, they can make them full and meaningful in such a special period!

A few days before I started class, I was always afraid that my words and deeds would hurt the children who had just suffered such a catastrophe. They always talked carefully and did anything. It turned out that I was wrong, the children can talk to the earthquake very easily with you, you can naturally talk to you about the situation at home, the earthquake brought them not fear, fear! But strong! Unusually tenacious! The children there, the family was basically ruined, all living in tents or temporarily built houses, some children lost their loved ones, and some children even became orphans. However, their faces are always shining with a bright smile, and there is no cloud after the disaster. It can be said that their pure and simple smile touched each of our volunteers!

In the classroom, every day I see a face that is eager for knowledge; in the game movement, I see an active figure.

Simple life, simple people, simple things, everything here is very simple and simple.

On September 20th, XX, we were six volunteers and children, and the big brothers and sisters in the stockade spent the last night of our camp in the campfire and singing and dancing. The embarrassing feeling of leaving is always shrouded in each of us, looking at the sky outside the classroom, looking at the mountains here, thinking about the children here and the volunteers who are now and once together, recalling from Every day that starts here.

In the classroom, it is still very clear that standing in front of the blackboard holding the stick in class;

Next to the classroom, I remember that on a rainy day, we came back from the mountain and braved the rain to dredge the ditch around the classroom tent;

Outside the tent, how many nights we spent here, playing games with the children, always not bored;

I still vaguely remember that on the day of leaving, the children took our hands and said, "Teacher, we are going on summer vacation. Are you going back to school after the summer vacation?" "Teacher, can you not go?" "Teacher, Don't go, continue to teach us?" "Teacher, can you not come back after you leave?" "Teacher, you want us, because we will miss you!"

After listening to these words, tears can't help but come out, remember to tell the children, the teacher will definitely come back to see you, the teacher will never forget you, can be your teacher, you are called every day. It can be said that the teacher is the greatest honor!

It’s hard not to be difficult to meet each other, but the banquet in the world has taken over the embroidered emperor embroidered by our eldest sister, the insole and the sachet. Really, at that moment, I was deeply touched. Looking back, the sun sets, the ruins after the earthquake are still there, the ruins are still in the mountains, the mountains that can't be seen. Back to the sunset, I still couldn't help but look back. The mountain, the cloud, the stockade, the man, and the hope of immortality stood there forever.

Now that I have left, the impression on it is - strong, beautiful, hopeful..

I think I will go back because I promised them that I will come.

There, I also formed a deep friendship with the five passionate and caring young people who volunteered together here, eliminating the barriers between each other and guarding them, and honestly facing each other, for the same Wishes, get together, and have the same mind. They have infected me, I will also learn to touch other people, be serious, be sincere, and do things with the heart, making people more meaningful! When I am confused and confused, I will think of them. When I think about this unforgettable experience, I will have endless motivation! Do your best and do your best, do what you like, and do not bother with it... ordinary but not mediocre to spend every day, every hour, every minute..

Although this teaching was only a short fifteen days, what was harvested there was used in this life. Knowledge, strong, hands-on, friendship,...

I don't know if such an experience can be called social practice. However, these unforgettable experiences have profoundly influenced me in any aspect, future life, learning, and even being a human being. The short text can not tell the full meaning of this trip, I think, everyone can understand.