Composition: Imitate "mahogany" and write a plant (400 words) by tree to describe people.

Stubborn weeds have never been swallowed up by wildfires, but they have grown taller in the spring breeze. This poem describes the tenacious vitality of weeds. Nature is a wordless book, which has taught me the preciousness and tenacity of life. Human life is like a weed. People's life will encounter many bumps, just like weeds, which may be burned down by ruthless fires at any time, but burning does not mean the end of life, on the contrary, it means a new beginning of life. Ruthless fire is like a bumpy life. It may be a disease or a painful lesson. But that doesn't mean it's over. Does not mean the end of life. In the long river of life, there are often many things that you can't change even if you work hard, but you have worked hard for it. Finally, you can proudly tell people "I succeeded"! In fact, living in this vast world, there are many tenacious lives struggling around you. Although such a thing made me very painful, it also inspired me to understand the preciousness of life. It always grows carefree, never needs pruning, fertilization and watering, but it is still as green as ever, but it still stretches its proud snow arm in the cold wind to welcome the arrival of the winter god, no matter how big or small it is, it is so firm and straight in barren or fertile land. Lively. Weeds have courage, indomitable spirit and indomitable strength. They are not as beautiful as flowers or as tall as trees. All they have is a spirit that supports them, unknown as tiles, and selfless dedication to their lives. 504 words, I counted them. I hope the landlord will adopt it and add a little reward points.