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Weeds are a kind of plants that people look down upon. It doesn't have the gorgeous beauty of roses, the fragrance of osmanthus, and the tall and straight posture of pine and cypress, but I deeply love it because it has tenacious vitality.
Every spring, weeds stick their heads out of the soil, even if there is barren land around them, even if it is on the edge of a cliff without nutrition, or in a crack in the stone, it can always hold its head high, face the world and the sun, and never give in to difficulties and hardships from all directions.
There is a weed growing in the open space in front of my house. Once, the weather changed suddenly. Suddenly, dark clouds came like roaring lions. At this moment, it is already dark, and the heavy rain falls from the sky like a broken pearl. The rain roared wildly, making a chilling and gloomy sound. I looked at the small weeds outside the window, which were staggered by the rain. Some were washed away by the rain. Some were wet by the rain and blown down by the wind, as if dying ... In short, the grass withstood the severe test of the storm.
The rain stopped, so I hurried out to see what the weeds were like there. I stood by the weeds there, which surprised me. I thought the weeds there couldn't stand the attack of wind and rain and would bend down. However, weeds don't. They persisted in their troubles and slowly recovered, restoring the original vibrant and vibrant scene.
I stood there quietly, thinking about my every move in the face of difficulties and feeling ashamed. I looked at the weeds, lost in thought: even the small weeds are so tenacious, let alone I am human? Grass tells us that no matter what difficulties we encounter, we will succeed as long as we face them unswervingly and make unremitting efforts. Didn't this little weed give us profound enlightenment? Can we still flinch in the face of difficulties?
A grass seed landed on the roof. Grass seeds were blown off by the wind and fell into cracks in the stone. When it rains, the grass takes root and sprouts.
One day, Mother Shi said, "Grass, let Grandpa Feng take you away. We are too bad here to support you! " "The grass said," Don't let Grandpa Feng take me away, I will become stronger. "Si Tong mother had no choice but to let the grass stay. In this way, it grows and grows, and after a few years, the grass grows fat and tender. Grass asked stone mother: "I have grown up, so you won't drive me away!" " Mother Shi said, "As long as you can support yourself, I can let you stay." The grass replied, "I will feed myself." "
Once, three children passed by. A child accidentally stepped on the head of the grass, and the grass shouted "Ah". Which child was startled and turned to ask, "Who"? "It's me, the grass under your feet." "Grass, how did you grow here!" Grass told the story to the child. The child was moved by the power of the grass and dug it out. The grass said happily, "The grass found that its root was very long, so it took it home and planted it in a flowerpot at home." .
Since then, the grass has grown stronger.
The composition of "Weeds" has something to say and implies the method of "Weeds"
Throughout the ages, flowers, grasses, pines and bamboos have all been described in such a poetic way. Second, ordinary unpretentious weeds growing on the roadside should be praised. In midsummer, when you open the window, you will see green and shiny weeds on the land. Every grass will drop water, a gust of wind will blow, and weeds will flutter with the wind, showing a vibrant scene. A grass can be said to be insignificant, because someone will unconsciously step on it and take its life. I don't think they know this weakness, because they always watch children playing on the roadside, and children always step on it carelessly, but sometimes you will see some people protect weeds with things, and then you will know the good and evil between people. "Wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze." Weeds will "disappear" in winter, but in spring, green shoots will emerge from the soil. Weeds can't be pillars of tall buildings, but as long as you go sightseeing in spring, you can see that the mountains and plains are covered with green light from tender green weeds. This is the grass, who thinks she is the messenger of silent dedication. It does not pursue anything, but it is a silent dedication. We should also learn from the noble character of grass. Weeds, unknown devotees. Shouldn't he be praised?
The metaphor of 400 words on weeds is that grass seeds are taken away from their mothers by the wind. No matter where these little creatures come from, as long as there is wood, soil and sunshine, they immediately take root and grow rapidly, bringing that lovely green to that place. Wherever they are, they can be seen everywhere.
They love the earth, love nature, breathe fresh air affectionately, bathe in bright sunshine and fight in the wind and rain. What's more sad is that a weed crushed under a hard rock, no matter how heavy the top rock is and how hard the surrounding soil is, can always reach the ground with twists and turns. Its vitality is so strong that it dares to challenge nature and seek its own happiness.
I once saw your beautiful figure on Siguniang Mountain in Sichuan. This dense grassland has experienced ups and downs for thousands of years. You are willing to serve as a foil to colorful flowers. Your mind, your delicacy and your quietness are deeply imprinted in my memory.
I once found you near my grandmother's house, near Taihu Lake and on the hillside. Spring, your pure green and faint fragrance. ......
I saw you in the rain, too. Small raindrops are sprinkled on your tiny leaves, swaying with the wind. ......
Weeds, tenacious life, year after year, cycle after cycle, long withered Chun Lv, thriving and indomitable.
The grass shakes in the wind, but the wind and rain can't beat it. It takes root and sprouts and is tenacious. ......
Facing the small weeds, I want to write a composition. We always praise flowers and water, but ignore the weeds around us.
I like the power of grass and her upward spirit.
No flowers, no trees. I am an unknown grass. I'm never lonely or worried. I will smile at passers-by and nod to the sun. Although I am very young, I am unique.
They told me that Feng's mother-in-law didn't like me because she thought Xiaocao was too fragile, too ignorant and too naive, so she would attack from time to time without any warning and no one came to inform me, so suddenly. At first, I cried. I really don't want anyone to hate me in my heart. I hope everyone will like it. But later, I smiled, because I knew that Grandma Feng liked me. Because of my fragility, she is worried that I can't stand the weather and any hardships.
After the storm, there will be a rainbow, and I am enjoying the beautiful scenery and warmth. After a while, Grandpa Sun told me a story. In ancient times, there was a man who caught a fish and happily took it home to prepare for a full meal. But he was born afraid of killing, so he was afraid of killing fish. He was born smart, so he thought of a way. He put the fish in a basin and added firewood under it. When the fish swam leisurely in it, he lit the fire and slowly raised the water temperature. The fish inside didn't notice. When the water temperature reached a certain temperature, the fish died slowly, so he succeeded in killing the fish. After telling the story, Grandpa Sun left with a smile. After thinking about it, I realized that this is not just a story.
I know that I was born in sorrow and died in happiness. I know I should be stronger and braver to face everything. No one can help me, no one will pity the grass in a corner, no one can shelter me forever, and I need to bear everything in my life.
In the later days, they said that I seemed to have changed, becoming so fond of laughing and optimistic. I told them that I would face everything with a smile. I believe that after the storm, there will be a rainbow, and I believe that all the sadness will pass. Isn't Jesus in the west waiting for resurrection and a new beginning in three days?
When you are in trouble, please don't give up casually, tell yourself to wait a little longer, you will see a beautiful rainbow after the storm, and you will wait for new hope like Jesus.
I want to be a weed, a confident weed swaying in the wind.
We want a sunny life, and when we grow up, we will always face many disappointments. You know, it is these ups and downs that make up our colorful life. As long as we bring sunshine, happy sunshine will light up our hearts.
Maybe it's because we are so powerful that we want everything to be perfect, but forget that nothing is absolutely perfect. No matter how good a person is, he has his shortcomings, but we are all packaged. Many times when we look up, we always feel that others are happier than ourselves. In fact, others may not be better off than you. Maybe others have more pain in their hearts that we don't understand. Everyone has a difficult book to read, but.
Just like a bunch of flowers, it will bloom a season of beauty, but it will also bear the wind and rain. The cold wind has passed, and the withering of a place is a deformity after all. There are many things in the world that we can't explain and see through. When we constantly complain that we are unhappy, happiness will slip away quietly. Many times sadness and happiness are a choice. If you choose sadness, you will be shrouded in all kinds of disappointments. If you choose happiness, you will find that the world is very big, and there will always be a kind of happiness that belongs to you, but everyone stands in different positions and angles.
Sometimes I always feel that I am working for others, and I am very concerned about what others will think of us. This will be really tiring. In fact, we are not living in the eyes of others, but how to be a true self. As long as we try our best, success or failure is an achievement. After all, we find our own shortcomings in failure, and as long as we are satisfied with our quality of life, we will be very happy, not to mention evaluating ourselves with the level of our achievements, which is a meaningless blow. Living is a kind of life.
? Mentality determines a person's fate. What can ruin a person is not ups and downs, but one's own mentality. Without a good attitude, it is difficult to get out of the fog. A good attitude is the shortcut to our success. Life is not necessarily better than others everywhere. As long as we can live happily, we can make life more valuable, keep a good attitude, make our bodies healthier and let happiness enter our lives.
In the face of all kinds of life, what we want is not to give up and regret. Dull is the happiest happiness. Learn to expect sunshine in the wind and rain, and learn to understand injustice.
weeds
Autumn comes and goes in a hurry Just after late autumn, early winter came to us in an instant. The cold wind roared and blew and penetrated into everyone's bone marrow. It is so cold, harsh and heartless. The flowers in that spring could not escape the destruction of that cold hand. Some got into the greenhouse, and some responded to the freezing challenge with helplessness and decline. The rice in late autumn has already matured, and they have already been put into sacks by human beings, trying to avoid the cold. What remains in the ground are only some forgotten yellow ears of rice and some useless straw. The flame of human beings will burn their bodies and souls to ashes. However, in this season when everything is afraid, in that dark yellow field, a group of green elves did not give in. No matter how cold the wind is, no matter how heartless the snow is. Even if all emotions are exhausted in winter and the cold is carried out from beginning to end, they have no fear. The cold wind destroyed their bodies, and the fire destroyed everything. But they don't give in. They drill out of the ground again and again and say hello to the blue sky again and again. "Give it up! Cold wind! Give it up! Man, I am unyielding! " I seem to hear it talking to me and humans and the cold wind. You are unyielding, I give up, grass. Your perseverance helps you not to be as fragile as anything else. Even I, a human being, am not as strong and brave as you. "I failed, Cao, I gave up, and your persistence benefited me for life." Isn't the poem "Wildfire starts a prairie fire and spring breeze blows high" a true portrayal of you?
Yecaoqing
Radish and vegetables have their own tastes. Some people like fragrant roses, some people like slim tulips, some people like pink peach blossoms ... but if someone asks me what plants I like best, I will tell them without hesitation: "I like weeds best." As soon as I see weeds, its indomitable spirit will emerge in front of my eyes. On weekends, my parents and I went for a picnic outside the school. When we arrived at our destination, I looked around. Oh, the scenery here is really beautiful. I only hear birds singing in the branches, streams rushing there, leaves rustling with the breeze, making symphonies, and thriving scenes everywhere, as if welcoming our arrival. There's still space there. My parents are busy with the oven and I fly a kite. Just when I was in the mood, I heard a plop. I tripped over the grass and fell to the ground. I tripped over the grass in a good mood. I flew into a rage and tried my best to get rid of the grass ... A few months later, we came here again, only to find that the grass I pulled had sprouted. Somehow, I asked my mother with questions. My mother smiled and said, "If you don't uproot it, even if you dial it 10,000 times or 100 million times, it will regenerate. The vitality of weeds is tenacious. It is not afraid of any wind and rain, and it is not afraid of any difficulties. You should also bravely meet all the storms in life like weeds. " Suddenly, I remembered the poem "Wildfire won't devour them, they will be tall again in the spring breeze". Ah, weeds, your indomitable spirit inspires me to face the great difficulties in life.
Grow freely like weeds _400 words
Grow freely like weeds-a feeling of watching cartoons On a dark night, a little boy was trudging home. It can be seen from the heavy schoolbag behind him that the little boy must often run around between extracurricular cram schools. The little boy was pale, his eyes were fixed on the test paper in his hand, and he looked at the bright red fork and the dazzling 59 points. He seems to be heartbroken. Maybe he is thinking about how to face his parents' worried eyes after returning to China, how to improve his academic performance, and when he can get rid of the pressure of study. He thought hard. The little boy was hunched, holding a heavy schoolbag behind him with his right hand bent, and staring at the test paper in his hand. When he looked at it, tears were already swirling in his eyes. Suddenly, it seems that my eyes can no longer hold tears. Tears fell on the test paper like pearls, and the little boy cried. The little boy looks confused. Perhaps the burden of study is so heavy that the little boy has been wearing high-grade glasses since the first grade. The little boy may be tired of studying, and even his hair is rarely taken care of, making it dry and messy, as if it were mixed with a few white hairs. This scene is very similar to what we see now. There are many children running on the road. They are very busy and overwhelmed by the pressure of study. After reading this painting, I remembered grandma Bing Xin's words: Let children grow freely like weeds! May the children have a happy childhood!
Composition describing weeds 300 words _300 words
There is a wasteland next to our house, which is overgrown with weeds all year round. A gust of wind blew and the weeds swayed from side to side like dancing. Weeds are short, tall and crooked. In spring, withered weeds grow new leaves and seedlings just show their heads. It grows up gradually, the spring rain moistens it, and the sunshine warms it. It sucks the dew of spring and grows healthily. They have grown into adults. Weeds are lush and vibrant in summer, so there are many mosquitoes. In summer nights, we are often bitten by mosquitoes when we are enjoying the cool outside, so we should light mosquito-repellent incense next to us, otherwise it will bite all over the bag, making my father fight herbs every year. In autumn, vegetation withers, leaves fall one by one, like dancing butterflies. But some of them are still strong, and their leaves are still green and not withered. In winter, it's all white around, the leaves of weeds are all gone, and snow becomes its quilt. Spring has come, the snow has melted, and it is alive again. The vitality of weeds is really strong!
Small flowers have grown on the small weeds.
I planted a small weed. Its leaves are very long, about eight centimeters long, soft and fun. I often water it, hoping it will grow up quickly. One day after school, I came home and saw small weeds. Ah, I was surprised to find that there was not a single flower on the small weed. I said excitedly and loudly, "Little flowers have grown on the little weeds!" " "Then, I looked at it carefully. The little flower on the grass has five petals, which are white, just like snow. A breeze blew, and the flowers gave me a faint fragrance, which was really comfortable! I was so excited that I ran into the room and asked my mother to watch it with me. I also asked my mother, "Mom, what's the name of this flower? Mother said, "I don't know the name of this flower." I thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll call it' Gemstone Flower'!" Mother said, "Good!" I said, "Mom, I want to find a new home for it, okay?" Mom said, "Yes! "I went to find a big flowerpot. Then, I went to the yard to dig some soil and put it in a flowerpot. Then, I planted grass in it. Finally, I watered it with some water. I looked at the good grass and thought: grass, grass, grow up quickly and bloom more flowers!
I am very worried after reading the news of Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan. I hope everyone can give their love and save the homes of Sichuanese! The following is a report I saw on the Internet. If you read it, you will be very worried about the people of Sichuan: at 2: 28 pm the day before yesterday (12, the same below), more than 800 teachers and students were attending classes in Dujiangyan Juyuan Middle School 1800. Suddenly, a three-story teaching building collapsed and nearly a thousand teachers and students were buried in the ruins. The situation is very critical! Hundreds of armed police officers and soldiers rushed to the scene of the accident overnight to rescue. As of 7: 00 last night, it has been nearly 30 hours since the incident, and the on-site rescue work is still in progress ... Thousands of people at the scene are concerned about the safety of teachers and students. Yesterday morning 1 1, people came and went in Juyuan Town, not far from the incident, and officers and men involved in the rescue rushed to Juyuan Middle School from time to time. At the school gate, 10 ambulances lined up neatly. A few meters away from the gate is a playground, densely packed with thousands of parents of students waiting for news and nearby people. All eyes are focused on the ruins being rescued. At this time, three large cranes were on standby, and dozens of rescue officers and soldiers were digging with shovels on the ruins and planing with their hands ... The officers and men who came to participate in the rescue participated in the rescue all night and didn't sleep a wink. Other rescuers also guarded the scene all night, never leaving. Lens 2 dug out the tears of the relatives of the students who died and couldn't call back "get out of the way!" 165438+ At 0: 00 in the morning, rescuers dug up a girl from the ruins. After being diagnosed by a doctor, she was dead. Four rescue officers and soldiers carried the girl's body with wooden boards and quickly ran to the playground. The crowd began to stir, and people outside began to stir. Finally, the girl was carried to an open space in the playground, and many parents who had never seen the child suddenly gathered around. "Daughter, how can it be you?" A woman in her thirties suddenly rushed forward, jumped on the girl and burst into tears. Another woman next to her hurried forward to comfort, and other parents at the scene couldn't help crying. "I can understand her feelings! I almost fainted when I heard that my niece died that day. " Yang said that the day before yesterday, she and her family had been standing at the scene waiting for news. Suddenly, a girl's body was carried out. She ran over and saw that it was her niece Cheng Jie. At that time, she couldn't believe it. She collapsed to the ground and began to cry. This scene has been staged many times before her eyes. It seems that her heart is numb, but every time she sees others crying, she can't help crying. Shocked memories! After reading this report, I was moved to tears I can't tolerate such an earthquake threatening the health and safety of Sichuan people! If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it. I hope everyone can show their love and contribute to the people of Sichuan! ! !
Digging wild vegetables and grass is an interesting childhood story.
Sunday noon is my long-awaited day, because my mother will take me to dig wild vegetables! The doorbell rang, and I couldn't wait to open it. After eating three meals, I took my mother's hand and a shovel and flew to Sanhetan. Along the way, flowers are so brilliant, willow branches are so tender, white clouds are so pure, and everything is so beautiful.
When I came to Sanhetan, I didn't care what I saw or what I dug up. As long as there are things like shepherd's purse, all kinds of things, big and small, are included in my little basket. I was sweating like a pig in the hot sun. But I kept digging a basket. I excitedly ran to my mother to give her a surprise.
When I found that my mother had just dug a little, I couldn't help but say proudly, "Look! I have it all, not as good as me. " "Ha ha!" Mother burst into laughter, but I was confused by the monk Zhang Er. Mother said, "I think you'd better tear it down." How many weeds have you dug? I don't know if there is poison. " Haha ... "My mother finally gave in to my repeated requests and promised to teach me the" secret ". Said: "generally, shepherd's purse is close to the ground, and there is no furry feeling on the leaves, and it is always overgrown." "After that, I dug a few to show me. I pulled my mother to dig with one hand, bent over and opened my eyes wide. When you see one, touch it first to see if it is close to the ground, and then carefully look at whether the leaves are hairy. Then I dug right and right with my mother and watched it over and over again, never letting go of the roots. When I was sure, I bent down, pursed my mouth, bent my legs and put my shovel in. " Hum, I will never show it to you! "I learned the lesson before, shoveled the shovel flat into the soil, and then dug up the food completely with a little mention.
The more I dug, the more skilled I became, and soon I surpassed my mother. Just now my mother laughed at me and came to worship me as a teacher and asked me how to dig wild vegetables! It's getting dark, and we can't bear to leave Sanhetan and go home with a full load. The next day, we also made delicious shepherd's purse jiaozi. After a while, I was robbed by my aunt. They all said, "Delicious, delicious!" I'm flattered, sweeter than honey. ...
The spirit of grass
I walked along the path and looked 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. However, I don't think so, because the grass in my eyes is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit!
As soon as spring comes, the grass will open its hazy eyes and rush out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. Look! Countless "little babies" on the earth-ten, a hundred, a thousand ... they are scattered all over the earth, laying a green carpet for the "Mother Earth" who raised them ... The combination of thousands of grasses in Qian Qian makes 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 the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their spirit is enough to cover all this up and make people re-recognize and marvel.
In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted, colorful flowers fell leaves, but the grass won with greater strength than material strength ... After the storm, the flower trees changed, and only the grass stood there with its head held high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain ... Because of this, they were worthy of the great poet's sentence, "Wildfire didn't completely burn them down, but they got tall again in the spring breeze."
Isn't the indomitable spirit of grass also affecting people? Now, whenever I encounter difficulties, I will look at the grass in the grass downstairs and let them give me strength and hope.
The spirit of grass will shine in everyone's heart. ...
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