One day, the root asked her, why do you look down on others? This is the flower proudly looking up and saying, because it's all * * *. However, the root asked her, how do you know it is * * *?
The flower said, "Let's talk about you. You give nutrition to the tree, but the tree doesn't return it to you. What's good for you? " ?
The root of the tree said: There is nothing wrong with me delivering nutrition to the tree, because helping others is a very happy thing for me, and you have never helped others, so you can't stand the help of others!
At this moment, Grandpa Land came to talk. "Small roots, you speak very well, but flowers, you did very badly. Everything is equal to everyone. You can't laugh at others! "
Flower beside carefully listen, slowly bowed his head.
2. Composition: Flowers should be rooted in the soil and closely follow the truth revealed by "flowers, roots and soil". In the morning, a cool breeze blew, and the flowers in the garden were enjoying the beautiful sunshine. There are several crystal dewdrops on the grass, and the flowers are also showing their beauty, just like a fairyland. There is a very beautiful rose in the center of the garden. It's incredibly red. At the foot of this flower, there is dark soil, which is unknown all day and silently transports nutrition for the flower.
One morning, Rose woke up and looked at the dew in the mirror. It looked at the mirror, very happy: look at me, how beautiful! Beautiful flowers like me are really hard to see! It looked down, ah! Black soil! Rose frowned and kindly shouted to the soil, "Hey! Why are you ugly people at my feet? "
"We are not ugly." The earth smiled at the flowers. "We are the soil, serving you and delivering nutrition!" ! "
"What? Give me nutrition? Look at your ugliness, it is simply polluting me, stay away from me! " Ross glanced at the dirt and complained loudly.
"You can't say that." Tu was unconvinced, with round eyes, erect eyebrows and crooked nose. "Without us, you wouldn't be so beautiful!" "
Rose laughed loudly at this moment, and the bright red petals trembled and began to teach Shuntu: "Joke! This is really a big joke! I will be more beautiful without you! "
The soil is even angrier, and the fire is about to come out of their noses. They shouted in unison, "You. . I tell you, without us, you will regret it! "
"Regret?" Rose pursed mouth "hum! I am so happy without you! Then I will become more beautiful! "
The earth was speechless with anger. It's really hard to talk to such unreasonable flowers!
In the evening, it rained cats and dogs, and the rain washed the delicate roses into the soil. The next day, the owner saw the rose in the soil and threw it into the trash can. Don't be as arrogant as a rose!
3. 800 words on flowers and soil
Five hundred years ago, there was a story. A beautiful flower said to an ugly soil, "Look, how beautiful I am." But Mud bowed his head in shame. Flowers praise their beauty again and again, and finally.
On a bright morning, the early warm spring breeze brought a faint fragrance of flowers, and the vitality and green were so beautiful. Who knows, there is bad weather and the wind is blowing the branches and leaves of the tree. In an instant, the evil wind roared, the waves ran out, the walls disappeared, and the flowers sent a distress signal to the soil in a hurry. However, the soil did not dare to show its ugliness in front of the flowers, and the flowers were finally brutally torn by the strong wind, and the petals, stems, flower roots, flower cores and flower seeds were broken all over the floor. ..
I don't know how long it took, but the wind stopped. The earth looked up to absorb sunlight, but could not hear any words. It was shocked when it saw shattered flowers all over the floor. Tu is very sad. It knows that it can see so many tourists because there are flowers. Because of the flowers, I can see so many butterflies and insects and feel the vitality and beauty of nature. Mud regrets that she didn't save the flowers in an emergency.
However, the seeds left by the flowers are soaked in the soil and germinated.
A few days later, when the soil opened its eyes again. Seeing the shadow of the flower, he rubbed his eyes excitedly and saw a living flower. The earth was so happy that he greeted the flowers regardless of his ugliness. Flowers are also very happy to accept this friend. Over time, their relationship is getting better and better.
Once again, the wind is coming. The tree was uprooted, rolled into the sky and fell to the ground. The soil grabbed the flower's feet, and the flower bent down and kissed the soil.
4. Mud and Flowers uses imagination and association to write a 600-word composition. Everything is bred from mud, and human beings breed on it. Mud is closely related to human life ... Mud is ordinary and simple, silently dedicating itself without asking for anything in return, making great achievements and not showing personality, but it is ignored by us. What kind of association and thinking will there be in the face of mud? It is required that the title must contain the word "dirty". The topic is self-made, and the style is not limited, not less than 600 words.
Dad is a pile of rubbish.
As the saying goes, "Flowers love sunshine and fish love the water", then grass certainly loves soil.
Dad is dirt, ordinary and simple.
Dad is dirt, wide and thick.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. The soil nourishes the grass.
Dad loves me very much. He cares about me all the time, just as the soil loves the grass. He gave me the truth of being a man with practical actions and told me the meaning of life. When I am proud, tell me that "there are people outside, and there are days behind". When I am depressed, encourage me that "failure is the mother of success". In my 16 stormy life, my father raised me a lot.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. Dirt is grass, coach.
Dad paid attention to exercising my self-care ability since I was a child. Every time I need to wash my socks and clothes, my mother does everything instead, and my father says, "Do your own thing." I fell down several times when I was learning to ride a bike. It was my mother who said "Learn when you grow up" and my father who shouted "Persistence is victory". So dad is my strictest coach.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. The soil nourishes the grass.
Dad is an ordinary worker with the characteristics of China workers. He is honest and simple, and never asks for anything in return for helping others. His words never embellish. He often said, "Study hard. Dad can't help you in the future. It's up to you. Where can you go, dad will provide it for you. " These ordinary words, which are almost mediocre, make me unforgettable for a long time. I seem to feel his enthusiasm coming from every heartbeat. This heartfelt enthusiasm has taught me how to face life and face life. Under the influence of my father's personality, I also became strong, practical and indomitable. I followed my father step by step on the road of life.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. The soil protects the grass.
The care of the earth for the grass is silent, and my father's care for me is deep. He doesn't nag like his mother, but often talks to me, always pays attention to my thoughts, and understands and cares about me fundamentally. I grew up under my father's gaze, and I can't forget his eyes. Just like Zhu Ziqing can't forget his father's back. Every look my father gave me was a kind of care.
Dad is dirt and I am grass. Grass always loves the soil, and I always love my father.
5. About the composition of green leaves, flowers, soil, roots, wooden boats, stones and small insects in the river. In the fourth grade, I talked a lot, but despite my greatness, I stood alone in the wilderness, my body was hot and my mouth was dry. Is it solar radiation? Or the burning of magma?
Water, like flowing hair, is clear and transparent. Innocent and romantic, unbridled running. Inadvertently, it fell on the ketone body of the mountain, and the soft, smooth, graceful, smooth and cool feeling intoxicated the mountain.
Sucking the sweet mountain spring, the refreshing coolness seeped into the lungs, moistened the heart, penetrated into every cell ... and spread all over the mountain in an instant. The grass is green, the flowers are open, and Chun Qing is open.
The mountain held the water tightly in her arms with trembling arms, stroking the cold curve gently, muttering to herself, and thousands of words could not describe her madness. He was intoxicated and addicted, eager to release that long-standing and uneasy mania.
Mountains are full of infinite love for water. His spirit is transparent in love the water, love the water is gentle and charming, and love the water never leaves. He sometimes holds water in his hand, turning it into a beautiful Tianchi, which sparkles with colorful colors against the background of minerals; Sometimes, water is thrown into the sky, which makes it fly thousands of feet. Where the waves splashed, a gorgeous rainbow was set up in the sky.
The nature of water is soft. In the doting of Dashan, she cleverly put away her playfulness and disdain. The innocent girl snuggled up on the fiery chest of Dashan, listening to his rapid breathing and drumming pulse vibration. She raised her delicate smiling face and sang "Ding Dong in Spring".
Cold and heat merge into a sweet and happy temperature. Mountain love the water, water by mountain. People sigh: a mountain without water is a barren mountain; Water without mountains is stagnant water. The combination of mountains and rivers is a beautiful scenery on earth.
6. Kneel for an article about soil or tree roots. The roots of trees are really unusual. I want to praise the roots!
Towering trees, looking up at the sky, down-to-earth, spectacular, like human heroes; Beautiful small trees, wearing small flowers, exude charming fragrance, just like a fairyland on earth; Lush shrubs and blooming buds add color to the earth, just like oil painting. Under the scorching sun, the trees spread gorgeous umbrellas to give passers-by a cool place. Storms will make the earth move and the mountains shake, but with the guardians of the earth-trees, storms will have no effect.
Are all these great achievements created by trunks and branches? No, it's not. What we should praise most is the roots of trees.
In order to find more water, it keeps drilling holes in the ground like an earthworm. It holds the soil tightly with wrinkled hands in order to grasp the nutrients in the soil. Some of its bodies are exposed on the ground and trampled like weather-beaten old people, scarred and shocking. But it still doesn't give up its responsibility-draw nutrition for the trunk, make it grow stronger and taller, make the leaves grow bigger and greener, and make the trees bloom more and more fragrant.
Although the root of a tree has no smooth skin and beautiful appearance, you may say it is not beautiful. If beauty means beautiful appearance, the root is not a good woman, but without it, the trunk will still stand proudly? If it doesn't give sweet milk to the tree flower, will the tree flower give off fragrance? Wouldn't the earth shake if it hadn't gone deep into the dark underground? Do you still think it's just an ordinary root?
Throughout the ages, literati have written many articles praising trunks, branches, leaves and tree flowers, but how many words belong to roots? Are literati ignorant of real talents? No, it's not good to be famous at all. It chooses to be a silent contributor in front of its achievements. The greater its achievements, the deeper it will go. It is not proud of taking credit, and is willing to give its credit to others. Is there anyone like Gen around us? Yes Think about it, who made us worry about food and clothing, and who sent us to the podium? It's our parents, it's our teacher.
I will praise the roots loudly.
7. Write an 800-word composition according to the feeling that "the roots are ugly and the flowers are beautiful". It is precisely because of the ugly roots that flowers can be beautiful and moving, and compositions can be written from the perspective of obscurity and the beauty of gentlemen and adults. The model essay is as follows:
Example at the beginning:
Roots, deeply rooted in the soil, among the gravel, grow silently in the dark, supporting the tree. When we walk on clean and tidy streets, do you think of some people? Yes, those who beautify the city.
People who pay silently.
Warm spring, pieces of falling England, shed colorful dew. Everything is revived, and the spring is beautiful. In midsummer, the sun is shining, the sun is like fire, and the scorching sun is everywhere. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, maple leaves come and go, and when autumn chrysanthemum is fragrant and elegant, it is refreshing. In winter, the north wind is howling, the snow is falling, and it is full of biting cold wind. At the moment, orange clothes and dancing hands are flashing on the road.
In spring, my friends and I go to the apple orchard to play. We climbed the fruit trees, picked apples and played hide and seek, just like naughty monkeys. The breeze blew, and the fruit gave off a refreshing fragrance. Belly laughter rippled in the orchard. When we were tired of playing, we suddenly saw the garden guards flashing in the distance carrying potions and spraying pesticides on fruit trees with spray guns in their hands, and we still felt a kind of admiration in our hearts.
In summer, my parents and I went to Hainan for a holiday. We lay on the soft beach, enjoying the family happiness. Watching the happy sea foaming on the soft beach, I excitedly threw out my green tea bottle and prepared to jump into the sea to swim. Suddenly I saw a sanitation worker wearing an orange hat, carrying a big plastic bag in his left hand, and his right hand was bending down to pick up my "masterpiece". I stopped at once.
Autumn is fruitful and chrysanthemums sway in the wind. Back home, eating sweet moon cakes, looking at the bright moon, thinking of Chang 'e on the moon, a knowing smile floated around my mouth. Outside, the cool breeze is blowing gently, and the leaves are flying as I wish. In the campus, living area and roadside, the busy figure of aunt sanitation is flashing.
In winter, trees show their backs, and houses and the earth are covered with a white carpet. We put on our big coats and rushed downstairs to make a snowman and have a snowball fight. We had a good time, and the sanitation workers were silently cleaning the snow on the road. We were shocked and unconsciously helped them clean up.
Day after day, year after year. It is the sanitation workers who are silently contributing. They are busy with hard-working hands for our society. Although their income is meager, they have a heart of gold and a beautiful quality that affects anyone. I like them and those who silently contribute!
8. Composition on Flowers and Roots 1 In people's eyes, in the world of flowers and plants, flowers are always beautiful, flowers are always delicate, flowers represent prosperity, and flowers represent vitality.
However, who has ever thought about why flowers bloom so fragrant and charming, and what does it rely on? Yes, under that charming appearance, it depends on the "ugly" roots that are permanently buried in the ground. Sunshine and rain are also its nourishment.
The blooming of a flower can not get rid of these external conditions. Every morning, when the flowers enjoy the sunshine and dew early and show their beautiful petals to people, the porters in the underground factory are busy with their work.
They are always so obscure, without a trace of complaint, handing water to the exquisite life. In order to prevent flowers from being blown down by strong winds, they are always tightly intertwined, reaching out countless hands and reaching deeper into the soil.
They work hard. They work so hard. Ah, Root! You are like a diligent gardener, silently cultivating the flowers of the motherland, and they strive to make the flowers bloom more brilliantly.
Ah, Root! You are the "cheerleader" who always encourages others and cheers for others behind you. Your cheering voice increased the confidence of others. Although you are just a trivial thing in the world of flowers and flowers, although you only have an ugly appearance, how noble your heart is! Behind the flowers ... I have heard two dialogues: The flowers say to the roots: Roots, I want to bloom in the most perfect posture.
The root said to the flower: My flower, please believe me, I will provide you with blooming nutrients continuously. Even if I can only be buried in the soil and can't see the sunshine all day, I will choose the most fertile land to provide you with sufficient nutrients and let you accept the brightest sunshine. Not far from the flowers and roots, the child said to his mother, mom, I want to grow up in my way.
The mother looked at the child affectionately and said, my child, please trust your mother. Mom is your strongest backing on your growth path. It doesn't matter whether you are tired or not. As long as you can grow up healthily and happily, it is my greatest wish. Yes, in our life, parents are like the roots that constantly provide life nutrients for flowers. They try to absorb every nutrient in the "soil" and then supply it to children in the form of love.
Just like flowers bloom, children gain the motivation of life and become healthy and happy babies. However, while paying attention to children's success, we pay too little attention to parents' sweat and hard work, and think too little about why their manes have a lot of white hair and why their bodies are getting thinner and thinner. They devoted their whole lives to their children.
Why can Ding Junhui, a "billiards prodigy", beat the top seed of seven consecutive championships at the age of 18? In fact, success naturally has a lot to do with his talent and diligence, but more importantly, his father's persistent support. In order to give Xiaoding a better practice environment, my father sold the non-staple food factory that he had operated for many years, bought seven billiard tables and opened a small shop.
No matter how busy the business is, he will definitely set aside a table for Xiaoding to practice. In order to give Xiaoding a better chance to practice, his father moved many times.
Ding Junhui's success is not accidental, but his father provided him with nutrients for growth. The success of Hu Yihu, the famous host of Phoenix TV, also stems from his father's support.
Hu Yihu was born in a slum in Taiwan Province province. His father deeply blamed himself for not giving the tiger a good learning environment. He made up his mind to save money and leave it to the best school. With the best education, Hu Yihu is successful today.
While seeing the aura of Ding Junhui and Hu Yihu, parents who have contributed to their success should also cast admiring eyes. It is they who give children a steady stream of nutrients, spirit and material motivation.
You have to ask me, why are the flowers beautiful but the roots ugly? I want to tell you that the flower is beautiful because it absorbs a steady stream of oxygen from the root, and the root dedicated its most beautiful years to the flower, so that the flower can bloom. It didn't have a chance to enjoy the sunshine, so it passed on its beauty to the flowers.
Therefore, flowers should be grateful to roots. Children should be grateful to their parents for their growth. Actually, the flower root is more beautiful. There is such a fable: One day, the rose on the ground carried Jiao Yan's head and proudly said to the flower root under the ground, "Ugly root, why do you want to cling to my beautiful body?" After listening to it, Huagen was silent for a long time and only said, "Because of your beauty, I need to work hard to transport nutrients up."
It is precisely because of the nutrition conveyed by the flower root that the rose can hold its head proudly, and it is precisely because the flower root has worked hard to convey nutrition to the flowers that the flower root has become rough and ugly. In the real world, we can also see these hard "flower roots". Migrant workers in cities are one of the "flower roots".
With the rapid development of China's economy, the tall buildings in big cities are getting taller. The life of city people is as rich and happy as that beautiful rose.
But do you know what supports the beautiful life of city people? It's the exhausted migrant workers who work day and night! Migrant workers are overworked with meager wages. The road in the city is flatter and wider than the road under their feet; The tall buildings in the city are more magnificent and modern in their hands.
But has the life of migrant workers become as beautiful as the city? We can't see it. We will only think of migrant workers after dinner and pay attention to their living conditions.
Migrant workers, as the flower roots supporting the big flowers in the city, have worked hard, but their efforts also make us admire and sigh for their beautiful efforts. There is also a kind of person who tries his best to deliver more nutrition to one flower after another without expecting anything in return.
This man is Yuan Longping. Yuan Longping has fed thousands of "flowers", and his hybrid rice has solved the global hunger problem, making 2% of the world's population only satisfy 7% of China's land.
Having made such a great contribution, the state wanted to allocate funds to Yuan Longping, but Yuan Longping rebuffed it. "I just did what I had to do."
Yuan Longping said. Under the "flower root" of Yuan Longping, thousands of "flowers" in Qian Qian are thriving.
I don't like talking about life, because I don't understand life.
Occasionally, I will pass a muddy path, perhaps because it has just rained. That mountain road is particularly muddy, adding discordant notes to the shoes of passers-by. Walking on the concrete road, passers-by seem to give out long sighs. What are they doing bent down? Take off your shoes! Why take off your shoes? Get rid of that hateful and entangled soil! Why do you want to remove it? Dirty!
It's just that I didn't bend down to clean up the dirt. It seemed like an instant. I actually have a little affection for this ugly soil. Am I crazy? Don't! Facing the muddy but gorgeous path and the empty cement road. For the first time, I found that the dirty soil is so holy, as charming and flawless as the legendary black rose. . .
What is the connection between life and soil?
This goes back to my conversation with a good friend last week.
I said, "My real name is Shu Ping, not the word" Ping ".
She said, "I prefer your flat handwriting now. The flat character I was hungry before seems to be the underground mud that someone stepped on. "
"The soil is not good? It gives everything a place to live. Look, how beautiful these flowers are. Everything is a miracle created by it with its ordinary body! "
"Haven't you heard that mud can't help the wall? Mud is a symbol of being looked down upon. I don't want you to be muddy underground! " She answered a little angrily.
Will I still stick to my point of view because of my life? I once asked myself, so my thoughts went back to the past. I once asked my teacher, what is the best life? Some students say cactus is good, some students say sunflower is good, but the teacher doesn't answer. She said, you will gradually understand. I turned my head out of the window. The grass was lush, but it was covered with mud and dew. What happened to the dirt? Just a little dirty. At that time, I really hoped that I was dirt and used my dirty body to create miracles that others could not create. . ..
Is life as bad as dirt? Imagine that the grass breaks through the ground on you, the deer jumps happily on you, and the horse leaves a beautiful plum blossom mark on you. . .
Although this miracle can't happen in human life, you can bend down and serve the people like Mr. Lu Xun. Perhaps, you are just humble soil, people will trample you under their feet, but you can plant happiness for them because of the sweetness of flowers and food. What life can be happier than this?
Saneatsu Mushakoji said, to explore the meaning of life and appreciate the value of life, we should pursue what makes our lives worth paying. Soil is a silent life that pays the most for human beings and is trampled by human beings with no regrets. Isn't the contrast between soil life and human life worth pondering?
When you shovel the mud off your shoes, please think about it. Before you do something that even you look down on yourself and talk about your so-called life with others, compare yourself with the mud, who is more insignificant and who is more humble! Although dirt is dirty, it can be washed away, but the bad things a person does will never be washed away, right?
10. Flower soil 750 In the early morning, the fog slowly dispersed and the sun shone on every corner of the garden.
The girl in the wind walked from side to side with light steps. The wind blows the graceful posture of the lily, and the flowers gradually open their eyes and breathe the fresh air.
"Oh, how wonderful it is!" Lily looked up at the blue sky and kept admiring. "Good morning!" Suddenly a hoarse voice came from Lily's feet.
Lily looked down in surprise. "Who are you?" The thing smiled at Lily: "I am your good friend Clay!" " "Lily looked at the dirt from above, then from below, and then curled her lips:" I don't know you, you disgusting guy! """I am your good friend! I accompany you every day! "The earth is red and swollen eyes. How eager to get this good friend. Lily touched her beautiful petals and looked up contemptuously at the insignificant soil on the ground. "Who is your good friend?" I don't think a beautiful flower like me will make friends with a disgusting guy like you. Being with you will only pollute my beauty. "
Lily wants to pull her roots out of the soil, but she just can't. The earth is angry. It opened its eyes wide and shouted at the flowers, "Wait! See if you are as beautiful as you are now without me! " Flowers ignore it, talk and laugh with good sisters, and laugh at the soil from time to time.
Dirt bit his lips: you cheeky lily! You will pay for this! At night, the storm suddenly came, and other flowers were protected by soil. Only Lily's soil abandoned her, leaving Lily standing alone in the rain. The next morning, it cleared up and the sun showed a bright smile.
When the host came out of the room, he saw that the petals of lily had lost color, and the petals were wrinkled and ugly. "This kind of flower can also accompany my garden!" Pull up the lily by the roots and throw it into the stinking trash can.