Everyone has a home, and everyone will love their home very much, so I am no exception.
Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure. However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere.
I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family. "Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it will have a deep feeling. Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment and my stories for many years.
At home, my parents are like my good friends. They laugh and laugh every day. Even though they are unhappy on their way home, as soon as they step into the house, my heart is as relaxed and free as being loosened.
In the environment where I grew up, there were both happy and sad sides. In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk every day to do my homework, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired, so that my brain can relax after working for a long time, and I can flip through the books in the bookcase when I have time. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and flowers in the garden. I often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family.
I like grass.
Some people like magnolia; Some people like charming willows; Some people like delicate and fragrant peony; Some people like tall and straight pines and cypresses, but I love the nameless grass alone. It has no huge body, gorgeous posture and refreshing fragrance. It is so inconspicuous that you can't easily notice it. However, it is so extraordinary.
When the spring is chilly, the grass silently sticks its head out from the embrace of Mother Earth, shaking its pointed yellow-green head and admiring this beautiful world of deja vu. The new year has not yet arrived. It greedily sucks the sweet rain and tries to absorb the nutrients that are beneficial to its growth. However, a few days later, the long and narrow green leaves danced in the spring breeze. Whether in the simple and fertile Yuan Ye or in the barren hills, there are their petite figures and their fragrant breath. They strive to grow, embellish the earth with green bodies, dress up the spring, and make it more beautiful and full of vitality. The sight of this business school makes people feel full of endless power, and their hearts are full of a force to make progress.
Summer is here, the sun is shining, and the earth is like a huge steamer, which makes people impatient. The flowers hung their heads, and the birds that succumbed to the hot sun stopped singing, hiding in the shade and enjoying the cool, and cicadas groaned in the trees. Only the grass is silently fighting and trembling, and always refuses to lower its stubborn head. ...
The wind swept away, lightning flashed and thundered ... the storm came, which was a great disaster for flowers and trees. Some withered, some broke, some rolled into the soil, and some fell into the ditch. Only the grass lets you drift with the wind in the east, west, north and south. No matter how ruthlessly the rain hits you, it is still indomitable and proudly rooted in the warm and broad embrace of Mother Earth. After the storm, the sky is bluer and the water is greener. After the baptism of the storm, it became greener and more radiant. Who would have thought that a weak grass had such tenacious resistance!
A drizzle of autumn wind gradually turned the grass yellow. However, it doesn't want to beg people's pity. It just grits its teeth, endures, endures ... Every time, people may sigh: "Alas, the grass is dead!" " "But the next spring, you will be pleasantly surprised to find that the grass struggled out of the soil again. Restart its challenging life. " The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. "Although it will wither, it bravely challenges the scorching sun and wind and rain; Even if it is ordinary after all, it has been wonderful.
I like the four seasons, but I prefer winter. Although it is not as vibrant as spring, as lush as summer, and as bumper as autumn, it has conquered me with its unique beauty.
The most striking thing in winter is the white, soft and cold thing-snow. On a cold morning, when you wipe the frost off the window, the first thing you see is these white elves. The children ran out of the house one by one, and invited several good friends to play in the open space in groups, make snowmen and have snowball fights ... In a short time, snowmen smiled at us, and snowballs drew an arc in the air and landed on the "position" of the "enemy". The children are laughing and playing happily. This is the happiness that Grandpa Dong brings to people.
In winter, all the flowers wither, except Chimonanthus praecox, which seems to be struggling with strong winds and heavy snow. "I don't know the snow in the distance, because it has a faint fragrance." "The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." It is precisely because plum blossom has suffered too much bitter cold that its fragrance can intoxicate people and cast its unyielding character, instead of dying as early as peach blossom and apricot blossom.
I like winter, because I like white snow and blooming plum blossoms.