July 18, participated in community service in Xiaopuwan community. The task of community service is for me and my classmates to get rid of those disgusting little advertisements. The host gave us a division of labor, in pairs, and gave each person a small bucket of water, a small shovel and some detergent.

I started shoveling small advertisements. Those small advertisements stuck together, I couldn't shovel lightly, but I shoveled again and knocked down the strong graduates. what can I do? I have a good idea. I dipped a rag in some water, and then soaked all the small advertisements, so that with a gentle shovel, I gently shoveled off the strong small advertisements. But there is still a layer of glue on the wall behind this paper, and I didn't shovel it off. I dipped some water in the glue, shoveled it again and dropped it. But there are still some stains on this wall. What should I do? I wiped it with a rag, but it didn't come off. I thought: doesn't mom always use detergent when washing dishes? So, I used some detergent and wiped it off. I am very happy to see my polished white wall.

Although I am very tired this day, my heart is full of sweetness, because I have done my part for community environmental protection. I will take part in such activities more often in the future.

Write a composition about voluntary service (2)

Today, an interesting volunteer activity was organized in front of our community building.

A few days ago, the person in charge of activities in the community posted a leaflet on the wall of every building in our community, with relevant contents on it. For me, who has never participated in or even seen volunteer activities, this is a good opportunity to open my eyes.

So I specially set several alarm clocks yesterday to prevent me from sleeping too hard and missing this volunteer activity, because it was early. I didn't expect them to come in handy this morning-I woke up before they started. I'm really not sleepy. After watching the sunrise, walking the dog, I couldn't help dreaming-

I was with several people wearing red hats, followed by a leader who also wore red hats. In a group of people, I was helping everyone as a volunteer. As for what to do, I haven't been there either, and I don't know what to do.

It's almost time to start. I started early. I didn't expect many people to gather noisily around the wooden table. I plunged into the crowd and pushed my way through the crowd like a blind loach. It turned out that everyone was just densely distributed beside the wooden table, with a large clearing in the middle and a few people standing sparsely. I started at the table closest to the entrance and looked at it row by row.

I remember that there were a bunch of needles and threads neatly on the first table, and there was a red sign on the table that said "Sewing Group". There are two piles of paper and pens on the table, and two middle-aged women are sitting there taking care of things. Needless to say, they must be the two leaders of the sewing group. I politely went up and asked, "Aunt, what are these for?" The two ladies kindly told me, "We are mending fallen fabrics, clothes, dolls or anything else that needs sewing for free. You can come to us. If you want to join our sewing group, just fill out these forms and you can join. There is also a pen for you! " In fact, I have been afraid of sharp things since I was a child, especially needles, which often prick me and make me bleed. In fact, I felt dizzy and immediately declined.

There is nothing worth noting in the back table, and I can't remember the names. Anyway, I later joined three groups-a "helper group" that usually helps parents who don't have time to take care of their children, a "cultural and sports group" that is responsible for maintaining the civilization and hygiene of the community, and a "manual group" that can do manual work, cut flowers and weave pearls. I remember when I was filling out the volunteer form for the children's rescue group. I don't know which TV reporter came to interview me, followed by an uncle with a camera. They asked me a few questions. As for how I answered them at that time, I have no impression at all. Except for a reporter who asked me what this group did, I probably replied, "Er, ah, just to help take care of them and make them happy, hehe-". I think my expression and posture at that time were like a mother duck whose stomach was severely pinched. As for why so many people insisted on interviewing me, it was probably because no children except me filled out the volunteer form at that time, although I felt that I was no longer a child.

I even saw an acquaintance, grandpa who took his blood pressure next to the medical group, two older brothers and partners who just cut my hair yesterday in the haircut group, and an uncle who repaired bicycles for everyone in the maintenance group. This uncle lives near our building and is always cheerful.

This is really a good volunteer activity. I secretly made up my mind not to forget my desire to help others when I grow up.

Write a composition about voluntary service (3)

Last night, my mother asked me mysteriously, "Guess where we will go tomorrow?" Hehe, I don't know. I said, "Tomorrow we will be a small volunteer. Let's go pick up garbage! " "

"good!" I shouted, don't mention how happy I am. (m.taiks.com) You know, I like doing social welfare activities.

It's almost a day. We got up at half past six and flew to Zhongshan East Road. Mom also gave us a garbage bag, a clip, a suit and a hat, which made us look amazing. Today, our main task is to clean up the dead corner of Zhongshan East Road. We reached the main goal-the flower bed. This used to be the route to and from school. Although the flower bed is "full of spring", the white pollution is serious as soon as it reaches the bottom. There are all kinds of rubbish, such as bottles, plastic bags, napkins and lunch boxes ... you are at a loss! Five minutes later, our garbage has been packed, really! People who throw rubbish are really hateful! I was going to clean a flower bed, but now I can only clean one flower bed. It seems that garbage pollution has exceeded our imagination! After asking, I realized that there were food stalls all around, and the leftovers were thrown into the flower beds, and no one cleaned them.

By 8: 30, two hours of hard work only brought a little cleanliness. I hope everyone will stop littering in the future! Protect the environment! Everyone is responsible!