Grass composition 500 words 1 Many people say that grass has many spirits worth learning, but I don't think so ... Some people say that grass sets off beauty for flowers in obscurity, and it has the virtue of selfless dedication. You can think from the opposite side: the grass that lacks change and freshness will always be a monotonous and inconspicuous foil, and will not become a follower who follows beautiful flowers? You can only be a foil and follower of others all your life. Isn't that a kind of inaction and shame? So, I don't want this!
Some people say that grass has a wide range of growth and strong vitality. Indeed, the grass is full of vitality, but it can't do anything. Pollen can make honey, tea can make tea, and even ordinary cactus has nutritional value. Although the tortoise has a long life, it is thrilling to have whales! Isn't that grass just like "old deathlessly regarded as a thief"? In my opinion, being a man should not be rigid, but should give full play to one's own specialties and strive to make a difference. Li Bai said well, "I was born to be useful." I yearn for this heroism! Others say that the grass is persistent and unyielding, but this view is greatly wrong! When the wind and rain came, the wind bent the grass, and the rain pressed the grass down. It dodged and gave in! Usually being trampled on, people left, and it looked up with a face of injustice.
Chu overlord committed suicide in Wujiang River, Qu Yuan was cynical and threw himself into the river, and Lu Xun was in power. Everyone can be Yao and Shun. I despise this behavior with no self-esteem. That's disgusting! People should live a vigorous, colorful and wonderful life. Life is a hero, death is a ghost! "If you want to level the world, who is the world today?" I don't want to be a grass, that's cowardice, that's incompetence, that's not enterprising! I want to be a blooming flower, a tall and straight pine tree, overlooking the world! Instructor: Wu
Some people like tall and straight pine trees, some people like fragrant and elegant orchids, some people like noble and proud plum blossoms, but I like ordinary grass. Grass, though ordinary and small, has extremely vigorous vitality. Grass is not afraid of lightning, storms or hot and cold summer. All this is the power of faith. Grass is eager for life and survival, so grass stands up tenaciously!
I walked along the path, looking at the green grass on the roadside, lost in thought ... Perhaps, many people regard grass as a symbol of weakness and think that their short bodies can't stand a little wind and rain. But I don't think so. Because the grass in my eyes is so tenacious, so full of vitality, so tenacious.
As soon as spring comes, the grass opens its hazy eyes and rushes out to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. Grass covered the earth, laying a green carpet for this "mother of the land" who raised grass. Ten million grasses in Qian Qian let people see the greatness of life.
Of course, the respect of grass is not only here, but also a bright spot-indomitable spirit. Although the grass is not as tall and straight as a big tree, nor as bright and beautiful as a flower, the spirit of the grass is enough to cover all this up and make people know and sigh about the grass again.
In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted, bright and beautiful flowers were destroyed, and grass fought the storm with great strength. After the storm, all the flowers and trees changed, only the grass still stood there with its head held high, bathed in the sunshine after the rain.
Some people are like this grass, although ordinary, but great!
I am a grass, an ordinary grass, without gorgeous flowers and tall trees, just growing in an obscure place.
In spring, after the first spring rain, I quietly leaned out and breathed fresh air. Of course, the hardships and difficulties of breaking through the ground are unspeakable; In summer, I absorb rain and sunshine to make myself grow sturdily. I am all green, which is the best foil for flowers; In autumn, fallen leaves covered me and made me lose the luster of summer and turn yellow. This is also "reincarnation must come and go." At this time, the bell of sleeping gradually rings and the footsteps are getting closer and closer; In winter, thick snow covers the soil. I am enjoying the infinite peace under the soil and looking forward to the arrival of next spring. After the spring rain, I will bathe in the spring sunshine again and feel the breath of spring. ...
My vitality is so strong that even the great poet Bai Juyi said, "The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. " Although a single spark can start a prairie fire, the grass is still alive; As long as there is soil, I can almost survive, whether it is a cliff or a precipice, or even in the gap between stones and bricks. Dare to ask who in the world has stronger vitality and adaptability than me, I'm afraid no one dares to call me the second.
I can also "roll with the punches". A gust of wind blew and bent my spine. When the wind passes, I will stand up straight again. I won't fight anything stronger than me, otherwise it will be a lose-lose result. Why can't I bear it and take a step back? The so-called "step back and broaden the horizon" is the "survival rule" handed down by my ancestors, which is eternal, so our descendants can have such a huge scale today.
I am a grass, an ordinary grass, but there are too many precious qualities and spirits worth learning.
This is a corner that nobody cares about. The north wind is whistling and the snow is falling. Only one grass is pressed down by a big stone.
Although it is fragile, it can bear the weight of a big stone. It pushed hard against the rock, trying to break free. As the days passed, the big stone almost exhausted its strength, but did not give up. It tries to find a gap and keep a little strength. It moved into the gap, aimed at the gap and drilled hard. Finally, it drilled a small bud, breathed fresh air and survived in this harsh environment.
I am surprised that such a weak body can resist such a harsh environment! This reminds me of Helen Keller, who is as persistent as grass.
She has been blind and deaf since childhood. Fate gave her a heavy blow, but she still lived a strong life in the silent darkness. I walked out of the darkness under the guidance of teacher Martha Wen. She loves life and likes to make friends with books. Through unremitting efforts, she was finally admitted to Harvard University. When she was frustrated, especially when she was blind, she didn't give up on herself, but came into contact with Braille and learned more. Sometimes, she even wears braille hands to bleed. It is precisely because of her constant contact with Braille and continuous learning that I think she is as tenacious as a grass. In the face of setbacks and blows in life, she did not flinch, but bravely faced them, defeated them and showed her grace.
Whether it is the grass in a harsh environment or Helen Keller who was hit by fate, they bravely faced difficulties and showed us indomitable strength.
I am a green, tender and lovely grass, and my brothers and sisters live carefree on a lawn with soft soil.
We have a good time every day, talking and laughing together, playing together, dancing with Xifeng, singing with Yujie, enjoying the light and heat given by Grandpa Sun, and watching the photo of Sister Yun and Aunt Blue Sky together. .......................................................................................................................
Mother often tells us to make some contribution to the world, even a little. We grew up obedient and only wanted to add a little green to the world, even if it was only a little, and we were very happy.
I thought we could live happily together, but ...
I don't understand. I really don't understand. We're fine, and we haven't caused any trouble to the world. But why are those strange creatures called human beings so huge that we can't see our faces, but ignore our contributions, treat us as a kind of waste that occupies a place, and always bully my brothers and sisters, and some of them even die? What did we do wrong? We are small, but we also have life!
As the days passed, my fear deepened. All my brothers and sisters have gone to heaven for appointments. The originally grass-green lawn has now exposed the muddy land. The bodies of my brothers and sisters covered the earth, and I was even more insignificant. Nobody looked me in the eye. I really became a useless grass. I heard from those humans that this once vibrant land will soon be covered. I know that I will soon receive an invitation from an angel to go to heaven for an appointment. There, we can live happily again, and we can be full of vitality ... So, on that sunny morning, I went to heaven with a smile for an appointment.
But, human, why are you doing this to us? There are some stubborn brothers and sisters who grew up in the field. It's good for you to treat them like this! So that they can repent and turn over a new leaf as soon as possible. But we ... we are really just some grass that grows well within the prescribed scope!
I like the peony representing wealth, the romantic rose, the innocent lily, but I prefer the unknown grass.
There are no flowers, and I am not as tall as a tree. I am an unknown grass. This song is written about the grass's lack of advantages and obscurity, but it also embodies the spirit of grass's obscurity and selfless dedication. When people praise delicate and charming flowers, who would have thought that it was the grass that "set them off" beautifully? Who knows how to praise the grass? ! No, no. It doesn't care about vanity in the world. It just silently does its duty to make the flowers more beautiful and valuable.
The flower language of the grass is: life, strength, liveliness and freedom.
Some don't even have names, and they grow silently and tenaciously on the roadside, growing in the cracks of stones.
"The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. " This poem by Bai Juyi vividly depicts the vitality of grass. Grass can be seen in warm or humid places, cold or dry places, or cliffs. Do you just think it is just a grass? ! Haven't you thought about its noble quality of obscurity and selfless dedication? ! In my opinion, just like "the most lovely person"-Chinese people's Volunteer Army, so ordinary, unknown, unknown.
Grass tells us with its ordinary body: don't pursue illusory honor and interests, and don't feel sorry for your smallness. Because it is not your size that determines success or failure, but your attitude and be yourself.
I am a grass. On earth, the constant destruction of human beings makes me particularly uncomfortable. Tell me about my experience.
On a sunny day, I woke up from a deep sleep. Suddenly, several people came over talking and laughing. They are still eating. After eating, they threw plastic bags at my head. I have difficulty breathing in a plastic bag because the air is not circulating. I choked in there. Humans not only threw plastic bags at me, but also stepped on me with their big feet when they left. I suddenly felt it.
Another time, when I put my head out to suck the dew of Mother Earth, suddenly, a mouthful of white and yellow saliva sprayed on my lovely little face. Suddenly, all I could see was yellow and white. I was shouting, but it was useless. My heart ached, but no one paid attention. I hate it, but I don't listen to my complaints.
What's more, humans took my sister Hua Er's life. When they see some beautiful flowers, they pull them out with their hands and then break them with their hands. Some people are even more cruel. They stepped on me and pulled up my sisters by force! Then I tore Caomei into pieces and raised my hand ... I still remember the bitter and desperate cry of the drafter's sister and the heartbreaking smile Caomei gave me before she died. She said that mankind will be rewarded! She said, in the next life, I want to be a man! She said, Cao Erjie, you should be careful! She said ...
I looked up and said, a tear silently crossed my cheek. Do you remember Bai Juyi's poems? Oh, that's ridiculous! Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze! No matter how tenacious our life is, we can't stand such destruction!
Ignorant human beings! Stop torturing us, we are all children of the earth, and our lives are closely related, otherwise we will become extinct and you will be more threatened!
In some people's eyes, grass is so small and humble. But in my opinion, it is so cute and tenacious.
Most of the grass grows in the corner and beside the path, and after some pruning, it becomes a lawn. Seen from a distance, it is green and lovely. Look carefully, there are water drops hanging on the green leaves, which are very cute.
A gust of wind blew and the grass danced happily. I sometimes stretch my arms, sometimes bend down to touch the ground, sometimes swing from side to side, and sometimes shake my body. What a group of professional dancers. If you have time to appreciate it at this time, I believe you will be fascinated by its graceful posture and linger.
Although the grass is so weak, it will never bow to difficulties. One summer noon, the weather changed like a child's face. After a gust of wind, it suddenly rained cats and dogs. Listening to the heavy rain and the deafening thunder, I can't help worrying about the grass. After the storm, I hurried to see them, ah! The grass seems to be dying after the storm. But I believe that they will not bow to the wind and rain like this, they will stand up. One day later, the grass really stood up again, and they returned to their previous state, as if proudly saying, "Look, how strong and energetic we are!" " "
Although grass is not as tall as trees, it is not as beautiful and fragrant as flowers. But it can dress others up more beautifully and serve others, and has its own characteristics and personality, which will not change with the changes of time, place and season.
What a tenacious and lovely grass! I thought silently: I also want to be an ordinary grass. ...
Grass composition 500 words 9 "Wildfire has never exhausted them, they are tall again in the spring breeze." This poem is about-ordinary grass.
The teacher brought a grass today. We all took one look and asked in unison, "What grass is this?" Always say, "guess." "Oh," I nodded puzzled. Its original name is "guess"!
I carefully looked at the grass, it is so heroic, like a strong and mighty warrior standing on the earth; Its layered leaves are like exquisite and chic foreign small buildings. Its leaves are tightly packed together like flowers. Although as beautiful as a flower, it is not as proud and noble as a flower. Its roots are like sandpaper, but it makes me feel smooth and comfortable.
Its beautiful body makes me want to have a taste. I picked it up and took a gentle bite. It was astringent at first, slowly refreshing, and then it became sweet. I can't help but be attracted by its magical changes and fall into deep meditation.
Why is grass so beautiful? In fact, they are not beautiful in themselves, but because they hold each other tightly and unite together. Why is the smell of grass so strong? That's because they have experienced wind, sand, rain and bitterness. Finally, they overcome difficulties, break through the storm, get a rainbow and become sweet. Why is grass so tenacious? That's because they will never bow to difficulties, never shrink back, and will only strive for progress.
Although the grass is ordinary, its spirit is worth learning!
I am a grass. Although I don't have beautiful flowery clothes or the graceful posture of my butterfly sister, as a member of nature, I adorn this beautiful flowery world. I am very happy!
Spring has come, and Miss Chun has awakened all living things with her beautiful singing, including me, an unknown grass. I struggled to break away from the embrace of Mother Earth, quietly poked my head out, enjoyed the first sunshine after leaving the darkness, greedily sucked the fresh air and sprinkled the first sunshine of spring to the world.
Summer is coming, which is a good season for us to grow up. But the weather is like a child's face, crying, laughing and making noise. No, the rainstorm is coming again! Sister raindrops as big as rice grains can be merciless. She keeps hitting us on the head, often beating us black and blue! The rain has stopped. After the baptism of heavy rain, we seem to grow taller and more lovely. Look, some chubby birds are learning to fly. They jumped up and down on me, but I didn't feel any pain. From a distance, a few little guys rolled on the green carpet like cotton candy! Look, those children are playing happily on the soft grass. A naughty boy shouted: "Come on, lying on the grass is very comfortable, and you can smell the smell of the soil!" " "I heard that, I am really happy to the extreme, just like plugging in wings and flying into the sky.
In late autumn, I gradually became yellow and weak. But I always want to do something. It happened that the little beetle brothers became my first choice. I held them in my arms and built a happy nest for them with my warm body temperature. Hey, look at them sleeping soundly and drooling.
The cold winter has come quietly, the terminal of my life has arrived, and the years have passed mercilessly. I have no youthful time full of youthful vitality, only the old and weak. But I believe that "the boundless grass on the grassland comes and goes with the seasons". Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. In the spring of next year, countless grasses spread their indomitable spirit to the earth.
500 words 1 1 The morning mist is floating, floating, and everything is so pure and white.
In the endless morning fog, the grass is so small. They are plain, but have a green color; If the roots are not deep, a gust of wind can blow them down; There are many natural enemies, but they cannot defend themselves; Weak, can't stand the catastrophe.
The grass is so ordinary, but it is so full of vitality. What's going on here? Because they are very tenacious. Facing the fire, they are not afraid. As long as their roots remain, they will sprout and grow. It is really "the mountain fire can't extinguish them, and the spring breeze blows high"!
Grass is not weak because it is weak. Did we give up because of a little difficulty?
There is a typical example. In America, there was a child whose family was very poor. Because his family is poor, he works as a child laborer in a shop. When he was a child laborer, he was dizzy again and again because of fatigue, but he didn't give up. His hard-working spirit was appreciated by his boss, and his salary was increased. Later, he lived better and better on his own. Before he died, he taught his children: "Life is fragile and hard, but don't give up. Only by not giving up will you succeed. "
There are many such examples in our life. For example, when Ma Yun founded Alibaba, he experienced many hardships. Galileo discovered that when the earth revolves around the sun, he encountered all kinds of criminal laws, but he persisted and let the truth be witnessed ... In any case, he would succeed only if he persisted; Only by persistence can we win.
Life lies not in strength, but in persistence, which is the inspiration from grass.
I didn't expect it to be so strong that I was deeply shocked. I would rather be a carefree grass and add a little green to the world.
By chance, I walked on the sidewalk beside the road and walked aimlessly. Something flashed in front of me, so I hurried over to have a closer look. It turned out to be a naughty Parthenocissus. Because my home is a residential area, a building is planned to be built outside the residential area, so there is a circle of "walls" nailed with iron sheets around. I never thought, and never thought that its life was so tenacious.
My heart was deeply shocked. When this winter comes, it stubbornly resists the attack of the north wind. I looked at its branches, but it was still growing slowly. Its leaves are bright green, and the tender leaves inside can't wait to grow. They are scrambling to see the outside world.
My heart was deeply shocked. A few days later, I came to this place unconsciously. When I was looking for it, I thought it was gone. It should have been dead, but it was only later that the workers brutally' killed' it.
My heart was deeply shocked. During extracurricular activities, I often look out the window. On a hot summer day, a pile of grass lies on a five-story wall. I can imagine it is absorbing the essence of the sun and growing greedily. How comfortable.
My heart was deeply shocked. Although they are not like the grass of "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high" written by Bai Juyi. But their indomitable spirit is my motivation to learn, and not only that, but also the noble character of "returning to the roots" that we admire.
Isn't it true that wintersweet blossoms in winter? In summer, they flourish, and in winter, they are willing to fall into the soil and turn into flower fertilizer. This should not be "falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers".
This is the instinct of the grass, who says everything is ruthless. We really should study hard.
Grass composition 500 words 13 breezy, the grass swaying with the wind is so natural and weak that people can't help but feel pity.
Walking on this grass, I watched the grass look fragile, remembered the tenacity of the grass that the teacher said, and couldn't help wondering, so I squatted down to observe them carefully.
"hey!" A naughty voice came and broke my meditation. I quickly got up and looked around, looking for the owner of that sentence. "Hello! I am at your feet. " I quickly looked down and found the grass smiling at me. I squatted down and looked at it again: "What did you say?" I was about to continue to answer when suddenly, not far away, a little boy dropped a lighted candle and burned a piece of green grass. I looked at the burning grass and felt a heart-wrenching pain. I turned to look at the boy, but the little boy turned and ran away. The grass said meaningfully, it doesn't matter: "They will grow again." I didn't understand its meaning and asked, "How can burnt grass grow back?" Grass sighed: "Hey! You humans really underestimated us. Although we are not as fragrant and charming as flowers or as strong as trees, we will never shrink back. Even if we are burned, we will grow back and grow green soon. " I was moved by his words, but suddenly it began to rain. I ran under the eaves and looked at them quietly.
It is raining harder and harder. In the morning, my grandmother put a pot of flowers outside the door, which was instantly shrunk by the rain. Then I took a look at the grass growing in the weeds. Instead, it was more vibrant by the rain.
At that moment, the indomitable spirit of the grass touched me, and I fantasized about ... Grandma's crying, which brought me back to reality.
Yes, the grass is not so pleasing. They just grow up silently. Although this kind of growth is very hard, only in this way can they reach the peak and realize their self-worth.
Grass composition 500 words 14 "Wildfire has never exhausted them, and they are tall again in the spring breeze." There will always be many difficulties in people's growth, but as long as they persist, the next spring will be full of vitality.
Looking out the window, thousands of raindrops fell from the sky, and the overwhelming momentum made me forget to think for a while, and my thoughts flew back to junior high school.
It was the first time that my monthly exam results came out. I sat in the classroom in fear. It's cloudy outside and it's very sultry. Coupled with the feeling of anxiety, I can't sit still. Suddenly my name appeared on the screen. At this moment, my inner tension can't be expressed in words. I looked down that column, "40", and suddenly, I froze. I was in grade 40 at that time, which was undoubtedly a great blow to me who had been studying well. At the moment, my mind seems to be empty, and I can only hear the sound of raindrops beating on the window.
In this way, I spent an afternoon, and I was out of school. When I got home, I moved a bench and sat at the door, staring at the yard in front of me: the grass that should have experienced this wonderful spring is now bent down by the rain. But it didn't make any waves in my heart. I am still immersed in bad tests and failures. Like a fog, I lost my way and couldn't find a way out.
The next day, as usual, I got up early to study. I just saw a scene that surprised me when I went out: yesterday's grass, which was beaten by rain and had no strength to fight back, actually stood up today. Look at their tall and straight posture, where can we see their suffering? Yes, how can I not do what even grass can do?
From that day on, I swept away my past troubles and worked hard to make progress, and those grasses are still standing proudly in the small yard in front of my house.
Grass composition 500 words 15 I am a grass. In this world, I am so small that no one pays attention to me. I'm just giving silently in this world. However, who will know our pain? We have never cried or complained, and we have dedicated a piece of green to people in obscurity.
In spring, the breeze blows on the face, and at dusk, the children come running and laughing; In the sunset, lovers sit on the lawn whispering and frolicking; The old people are walking in the sunset, telling their vicissitudes. I am very happy to witness this peaceful and harmonious scene. Because their harmony has my efforts and contributions. They stepped on me, and I have no regrets. Because of my contribution, happiness falls from the sky, and the happiness of the people is my greatest happiness. Giving is always better than asking for happiness!
Summer is cool tonight. Everyone is lying on the grass, looking at the starry sky overhead, drawing a beautiful blueprint in their hearts, talking about the past and present, and dreaming about the future. And at this moment, I have created a warm holy land for people. But who would have thought that when people are happy, they only have themselves in their hearts. As for who created this green space, they have long forgotten it. People who only know how to enjoy never know how to be grateful, which makes me very chilling.
In autumn, when the sky is high and the clouds are light, people come to the yellow grassland and continue to chase the few butterflies left. When our life is coming to an end, they still insist on cruel trampling until the last moment. My friends and I endured all this, with sad tears in our hearts, and were forced to smile and paint the bleak autumn with the last touch of green.
In winter, it snows. Although we are covered with snow, our roots are still deeply rooted in the soil. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? This is just the darkness before dawn. In the next spring, we will still sprout and grow, continue to show the brightest green in our lives and give it to people-this is my mission, my irresistible mission!
I am a happy grass, and I am a grass that needs people's care.