My diary of volunteer service is 600 words 1
I woke up in the morning and found that it was still raining. It rained for several days in a row, and the whole world seemed to be the territory of cold air and wet. I looked bored out of the window, the branches were stiff and lifeless, but I watched helplessly as the rain fell gently from myself, and the withered grass on the roadside drooped its head and was lifeless.
"Linlin, mom has gone to work." A kind call woke me up from my meditation, and I quickly walked out of the bedroom. My mother is going out. I trotted forward to hold my mother and begged her to take me with me. Maybe it is really boring to see me at home these days. My mother agreed, and I cheered. I excitedly followed my mother to the hospital (my mother works in the hospital). My mother was busy at work, so I consciously went into the back room and read magazines with relish. I don't know how long it took, but there was a noisy sound outside. I was surprised to come out and look, hey, what's the matter? The dense crowd outside the toll booth, a long line has been discharged to the entrance of the hall. The whole hospital hall was crowded with people, which was very lively. Mom and several aunts are as busy as a bee, and Aunt Chen in front of the doctor's desk is even more "it is difficult for one person to punch four punches". Busy as a fiddle Seeing this scene, I quickly came to the medical guidance office to help patients fill out the triage form. Many elderly people came to see a doctor, dizzy and wobbly, so I took pains to ask their names, ages and addresses over and over again, help them fill out the treatment list, and then divert them to various windows to help Aunt Chen receive some simple consultations, such as where to get medicine? Where are the radiology department and the B-ultrasound room? Suddenly there was a voice in front of me. I looked for it. It is an old woman who is anxiously clamoring for her aunt. What happened? I pushed my way through the crowd, but the receipt of the medicine my grandmother took was missing, and she mistakenly thought that she didn't give it to my aunt. I see. I hurried to the pharmacy and explained the situation to Aunt Zhang inside. Aunt Zhang looked carefully and found that the medicine in her hand was grandma's (in fact, grandma had given the medicine invoice to the pharmacy). I took the medicine, squeezed through the bustling crowd and sent it to grandma. She thanked me and apologized to my aunt. Seeing grandma off, I continued to stand in front of the doctor's guide to help. Time flies before you know it. It's time to get off work, and there are fewer patients. I was relieved and stretched, only to find that my back was sore and my legs hurt. My mouth is thirsty and my mouth is noisy. Aunt Chen handed me a glass of water and thanked me with a smile. My heart is full of sweetness.
I had a full and happy day! It turns out that the work of guiding doctors is so hard. Today, I am proud to be a small volunteer guiding doctors, although I feel hard!
My diary of voluntary service 600 words 2
Sweeping stairs seems to be a common thing, but it brings me a lot of feelings. Before the winter vacation, we came to the neighborhood Committee for internship, and the task was to sweep the stairs.
Usually, I am the "apple of my eye" at home, and I seldom do housework, so that I was a little at a loss when I first started sweeping. Before I went to work, I found that the public stairs were messy, with some waste paper, garbage and a lot of dust. I can't help feeling a little disgusted. However, I did it. From top to bottom, and back and forth from bottom to top, I was so tired that I was sweating and weak. I saw that the corridor on the third floor was dirty, so I quickly picked up a broom and dustpan and carefully swept down the stairs from upstairs. After sweeping for a long time, I ran up and down the stairs and felt a little dizzy. I almost fell down accidentally, and I thought with a quiver in my heart, I won't sweep. But look at other students, sweating, but still trying to sweep the stairs. I made up my mind to continue sweeping the stairs. People say that labor is the most glorious, and I think this is the best reason to comfort myself, humming and sweeping the stairs.
At this time, the stairs have been much cleaner. I am also happy to see the fruits of my labor. Suddenly, I understood the purpose of this activity: to cultivate students' good habits and consciousness of loving labor and protecting the environment and their dedication. Indeed, as a primary school student, you should have these qualities. Without them, no matter how well you study, you won't be a good student with all-round development. So, I was more motivated, picked up the broom, hummed a little song, and continued to sweep the stairs seriously. Although the process is difficult, the gains are extraordinary.
I learned a lot from this little thing. Here, I want to say to all people: the earth is my home, and environmental protection depends on everyone. Without everyone's cooperation, it is impossible to do a good job in sanitation. Although I don't know those high technologies and their importance, I know that some high technologies are very polluted. Why not improve them? I also know that many people are taking part in this activity now, but their strength is a little weak. I hope more people can participate in it and restore the vitality of the earth in the past!
My diary of voluntary service 600 words 3
On the morning of winter vacation, I did my first volunteer service in a nursing home.
I wanted to sleep late this morning, but before eight o'clock, my father leaned in and said excitedly, "Xiong Yida, get up quickly." Today we are going to the nursing home to do volunteer activities! " I opened my eyes and said happily, "Ha ha! What a coincidence! Our school suggested that we participate in voluntary service, and now we have something to do! " On second thought, I'm sure I'll play saxophone for the elderly.
We went to the nursing home in the country by bus. When you go in, you will see white houses and white walls, and three or four buildings are neatly arranged together. Although they look old, the green grass and trees on the lawn provide vitality for this community.
The old people picked up their chairs, sat down in front of an empty apartment and began to enjoy various programs. I was so nervous when I stood by, and my heart was so anxious that the heartbeat of "eyah" became "eyah!" . I'm worried about nothing else, just because I'm not the only one executing the program. I'm the only one executing the program. I watched the stage nervously for fear that the host would call my name.
In the blink of an eye, it's time for me to play. I walked onto the stage with my saxophone in my arms. I hold the saxophone, look at the music, and play the saxophone slowly. This music is only three levels difficult, but I think it is more difficult to play than jazz. I've been staring at the notes, my brain is spinning rapidly, and I'm worried that I've pressed the wrong notes. I will learn all the techniques practiced by Sack and try to make the performance more successful. After all, acting is not practice. Sweat broke out on my head and kept falling. I blinked hard, squeezed the sweat out of my eyes, endured the itching and continued to blow. Finally, at the moment when the last note came out, the music was over. I bent down, bowed, wiped my sweat and hurried into the crowd with thunderous applause.
This kind of voluntary service not only exercises itself, but also helps the elderly, killing two birds with one stone. Give someone a rose, and it smells good in your hand. Let's act together and contribute a little to the world!
My diary of voluntary service 600 words 4
There are no quiet years, but someone carries the burden for you.
In the days of living at home, a group of people are online at any time to provide us with various services. They are volunteers! They voluntarily choose to face difficulties and become drug purchasing agents and material distributors. Provide voluntary services for residents. They accept the unified arrangement of the community, do a good job of people buying medicine, water and electricity, buying fruits and vegetables, cleaning up garbage and so on, and be good gatekeepers for the community.
They actively participate, choose to take the lead, become angels, actively cooperate with community workers, and jointly complete tasks such as delivering vegetables and fruits, and contribute their own strength to epidemic prevention and control.
In the front line of epidemic prevention and control, every worker and volunteer is ordinary-the same clothes, the same mask and the same red vest. But every volunteer is so unusual. They have a fiery heart, dedication and determination to work hard. Everything is just to make the people's "years quiet."
And I, too, have the honor to participate in voluntary service. As a volunteer, I deeply realized how difficult it is to be a frontline worker in the fight against epidemic diseases. At the beginning of this year, I watched them work so hard at home. My mother is a community worker, party member, who has been sticking to her post. When the epidemic struck again, I also took part in volunteer activities. This time, I realized a lot. It is so proud and proud to contribute to the safety and happiness of the people, which makes my blood boil.
A lot of things, someone has to do. This volunteer service activity has added many colors to my life and left an indelible mark on my life experience.
On the way to the epidemic, it was these volunteers who built a protective wall with patience and enthusiastic service. Their silent persistence and dedication inspire us. Here, I want to say from the bottom of my heart: "Thank you." I like them and my volunteer activities!
My volunteer service diary 600 words 5
Today, we spent an extraordinary time under the scorching sun, accompanied by the flying of the red ceremony ribbon of "Little Guardian of Environmental Protection" and the scorching sun.
Early in the morning, I came to the community service center as a "red scarf environmental protection volunteer" and participated in the "Youth Summer Community Environmental Protection Practice". A lot of people have gathered in the community, and they are several students who have participated in social practice activities together. After everyone received treatment, the director of the Environmental Sanitation Institute introduced some environmental protection knowledge to us and arranged three agendas for today's activities:
1. Environmental protection publicity (distributing environmental protection brochures, environmental protection fans and environmental protection cloth bags on the street).
Second, visit the Wenruitang River model project.
Third, green the community.
Our hearts can't wait, ready to go. Xiaochi and I held up a banner with several striking characters "Youth and Summer Environmental Protection Practice-Striving for a Green Ecological Community", which made us feel more and more meaningful.
The first agenda is publicity, and I am responsible for handing out environmental protection bags. We stood in the street, facing an old woman with a plate. I ran cheerfully and said sweetly, "Grandma, you have worked hard. I will give you an environmental protection bag. You are tired of carrying vegetables! " Another classmate also scrambled to say, "It's hot, turn on a fan to cool off." Grandma was surprised to see this sudden surprise. She smiled kindly and kept saying, how nice! Thank you. We smiled at each other tacitly with our classmates, and our hearts were full of warmth. I deeply realize that doing good not only helps others, but also makes me happy.
The second agenda is to visit Wenruitang River next to the community. It's a model project of Tanghe River, with clean water. We are deeply moved and gratified. At the same time, a sense of social responsibility arises spontaneously. I think we should carry out environmental protection to the end.
After the visit, we went back to the community to do greening work. We shovel grass, hoe the ground, water ... we are so busy that we are sweating all over, but we still insist on working. Looking at the clean green lawn and the strong young trees, we smiled knowingly. The land where we once sowed sweat will surely reap a lot in the coming year.
I will never forget this practical activity. This will be an important milestone in my primary school life. I want to say: the cause of environmental protection should start from me, from the dribs and drabs around us.