Chinese composition in primary schools is a grass. Although it is simple, it always has a vibrant appearance. Where there are them, it will be full of vitality. Grass, they never want to bow their heads in the storm. When they were in storm warning, they always stood proudly, even if they were dying. Grass, they are always stronger after suffering!
There is a meadow in front of my house. Whenever spring comes, it becomes full of vitality. Sometimes, I accidentally step on their waist, but it always stands up again.
Once, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky like broken pearls, followed by lightning and thunder, and the wind rolled relentlessly. Through the window, I saw the grass in pain in the storm, as if it were dying. But I firmly believe that they will stand up again. The next day, it really stood up strongly, although there were crystal tears on their faces.
Another time, when my mother was burning garbage, she burned all the grass around her, and it was dark. I thought I would never see the green grass of love again, so I complained to my mother. But in the spring of the following year, the ice and snow melted, and they re-emerged from the ground, giving us a green grassland.
Although the grass is not as beautiful as a hundred flowers and as tall and straight as a poplar, it has indomitable spirit and tenacious vitality. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze? This is a true portrayal of grass's tenacious life!
Grass, I praise you!
I was born in an ordinary family and grew up under the care of my mother. Like a seed, it falls in a corner of the world with the wind. No one knows it, but it takes root and sprouts under the nurturing of Mother Earth. All mothers in the world are the same. For the sake of their children, they do whatever it takes, silently contribute and are willing to pay. Especially my mother's dexterous hands have brought joy and happiness to our family.
Mom, I love you. I want to praise your ordinary hands.
Mom's hands are not big, but they support our whole family. My mother gets up early and works in the dark every day, and almost never takes a break. In order to live comfortably and finish the work in the field, my mother went to the construction site to earn money. Sweating in the hot sun. Over time, my mother's delicate hands became rough and thick cocoons were ground on them. My mother is tired and ill, so she has to stay at home and rest, but she is always busy at home.
Mother's hands are industrious and dexterous. I have new shoes to wear all year round. Although the shoes made by my mother are not as beautiful as the leather shoes worn by my classmates, they are very comfortable and durable. Whenever we walk together, other people's shoes are either broken or broken, while mine are always new and never ugly. These are all thanks to my mother. I like wearing mom's shoes best.
I remember one year, it was almost winter. Because my father's salary has not been paid, my family can't move money to buy me gloves, so my hands have to freeze. Mom didn't say anything, just distressed. One night in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a tinkling sound. It turned out that my mother was making gloves for me on the sewing machine, and tears blurred my eyes. I got up quietly and approached slowly. Collapse? I knocked over the shovel on the windowsill. Mother looked up and her eyes were bloodshot. I was speechless, but my mother smiled and said, it's getting late. Go to bed quickly. I have to go to school tomorrow! ? The next day, I put on the warmest and most beautiful gloves in my life.
Thanks to mom, thanks to mom's capable hands!
People often call spring breeze summer breeze, autumn breeze and winter breeze. Although they are all wind, their temper and personality are completely different.
In spring, the farmer's uncle took off his cotton-padded jacket and planted seeds. A spring breeze blew and awakened everything. The seed peeped out quietly and visited the beautiful world. Flowers bloom, the grass is green, the fields are full of vitality, and the spring breeze brings joy and hope to people.
In summer, the weather is sultry, and big drops of sweat flow down people's faces. How much wind power is needed. However, the wind is playing hide-and-seek with me, and I don't know where to hide. Even if there is a little wind, it is still hot and can't blow away the hot air. No wonder people call it fumigation.
In autumn, a cool breeze blows, which is cool and refreshing on people. Yellow leaves are falling from the trees like snowflakes, reeds are swaying gently by the river, sorghum is red, and rice is ripe. People are happy to harvest crops. The golden wind brings people the joy of harvest.
In the middle of winter, the cold wind blows, rolling up dust, which makes people unable to open their eyes. Pedestrians on the road are becoming scarce, little girls are wearing scarves, and some naughty boys simply walk backwards to avoid the limelight. We run against the cold wind because we have a fiery heart.