College student summer construction site practice report

Recently, there have been popular ideas for educating people on construction sites, tempering their will at the military school, and observing iron discipline in military camps. And I always thought that I would like to have the opportunity to enter the society, approach those unpretentious working people, listen to their voices, and read their stories.

Finally, during this summer, I got the consent of my parents to stay away from home. I went into the construction site alone and went on a half-month “worksite trip” to experience the hardships of a construction site builder and feel my father’s year after year. The life of the year "enjoyed".

Morning of July 16, XX:

For the first time in my life, I walked into the construction site as a laborer and had a close encounter with the lovely migrant workers. The long-lost emotions of that layer were triggered from the beginning of the construction site. Kind, familiar, passionate, father, sweat, mixed together. With the combination of steel, yellow brick and concrete, the outline of the site came to my mind.

At the moment, I belong here.

The masters are very honest. More often, they are willing to express with a smile. They smiled and showed me the way, they smiled and gave me directions, they laughed and chatted together. They have nothing to worry about and argue because they have nothing to do with the world. The biggest wish is that the family is safe and healthy, and this year, you can bring more money back.

I basically divided it into seven parts, namely: moving bricks, stacking bricks, installing molds, shoveling sand stones, tying steel bars, pouring concrete, and mud and wall. In the course of half a month, at the request of me, the workers and the peasant workers took me one by one to experience the cumbersomeness and hardship of each type of work.

When I first entered the construction site, I put on my helmet and followed the workers into the construction site to experience the hardships and sweat of migrant workers.

The first task that was arranged was to move bricks and pile bricks. It was thought to be quite easy, but after a while, the hands began to get sore. There are still a lot of bricks in front of them. When can I move them? Even if it was finished, the hand must have been unable to lift it... Thinking about it, I felt uncomfortable.

There are often some gravel falling from high places. I dare not walk under the scaffolding. Although there are hard hats, it is still terrible. When I saw a lot of migrant workers going back and forth to work, the stones fell on their hats and made a loud noise, my heart was picked up, so dangerous, they faced such work every day. surroundings.

I remembered the high-rise buildings that I saw all the way through the car. I was completely touched by the migrant workers. They were far away from home, away from their loved ones, and went to work outside the home to use their lives to hold up the prosperity of a city. They endured Lonely suffering, suffering from the tremendous pressure of society, working hard in such a harsh environment, day and night do not stop. These migrant workers from afar are really great.

I couldn't help but move the bricks in the morning, but I still got my teeth up to 12:00. When lunch time is up, I can finally rest for an hour. Lunch, is a large pot of white flowers and fat, plus a large pot of vegetarian dishes, 8 people sit at a table. I sat in the worker's canteen, panting, sweating and rushing out, looking at the workers who rushed to the mouth to give the slap in the mouth, and even the remaining oil soup and rice, the heart was not calm: Do I have to continue? Can you still suffer as much as they do? There are still 4 hours in the afternoon. If you really don't want to do it, no one will stop it. But what do the workers think? Will they think that I am a coward, just a person who depends on my parents? No, I can't give up, I can't let others look down, let alone my parents look down on me.

After an hour of rest, the afternoon was followed by a pile of bricks. Put on a hard hat, put on a work clothes, put on gloves, and walked into the work shed like a decent. The first thing that caught your eye was the pile of messy bricks. Then there are some of the bricks that have been piled up neatly. At this time, I seem to understand the arduousness of the work. Looking at simplicity, it is actually very difficult to do. First of all, the bricks are neatly stacked one by one, and the two sides cannot be placed in the same way as the middle to avoid collapse. When the bricks are broken, the body must bend all the way. The result is that the backache is cramped by the legs. Usually, for us, this kind of work seems to be very simple, then it is not so easy to understand. How do the children of migrant workers who are at the same age as ours come over?

At the construction site, I saw migrant workers of the same age as me. At that time, I did not interrupt them and went to conduct so-called interviews with them. Instead, I watched them quietly for no reason... They understood the hardships of life, for the family. Come to a strange city, struggle hard, never blame everyone; they know the happiness of life, call the family during the break, just report a peace, have always cherished; they do not cross the thunder pool for their own private, not even for a while The two of them are crazy, just working hard and tired to rest.